In the endless exile, where dreams melt like snowflakes under the sun
In the endless exile, where dreams melt like snowflakes under the sun,
I discovered a secret world, woven from threads of shadow and light,
where each step on the solitary path became a dance of falling stars,
and loneliness transformed into a siren's song, drawing me into the depths.
I was enveloped by a wave of humility, an ocean of tranquility where time loses its shape,
and there, between the velvet sky and the silk earth, I learned to listen,
to decipher the stories of the wind that whispers the forgotten secrets of the world,
in an ancient language, understood only by me, like a magical incantation.
This isolation, like a labyrinth of mirrors, reflected the face of my soul,
stripped my heart of illusions and regrets, leaving only the pure essence of being,
a flame dancing in a crystal candle, illuminating the path to truth,
where words become unseen bridges between silence and wisdom.
In exile, I encountered eternity in a moment, an endless journey,
where I learned that my language is a tree with deep roots,
planted in the soil of memory and desire, growing towards the sky of hope,
a song of the universe, in which each verse is a window to infinity.
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Dan Enache
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