In a world where the symbolic parent has faded like a forgotten dream at dawn
In a world where the symbolic parent has faded like a forgotten dream at dawn,
children wander among the shadows of a destroyed literate society,
we all stand on the ruins of education, family, and protection buried in time,
technology has torn apart the fabric of relationships woven through the ages,
the separation from the land has deeply wounded the roots of our being,
we drown in untamed streams of information flooding our minds,
we live among disheartened teenagers, with souls heavy with darkness,
genuine work evaporates like dew under the merciless sun of change,
and we feel how childhood extends into timeless men and women,
an advanced process turning us into children lost in the labyrinth of time.
The sibling society has arrived like a mist swallowing the borders of light,
a place where laughter and tears merge into the symphony of silence,
where we seek meaning among the shards of dreams from the past,
love dissipates like a morning cloud under the harsh rays of forgetfulness.
We lose ourselves in the unending noise of the modern world,
searching for a meaning that seems to unravel like a silk thread,
and the bonds that once united us are now stardust,
slipping through our fingers, leaving us with empty, cold palms.
In this landscape of despair, we try to rebuild from the ashes,
to find within ourselves and each other a spark of humanity and hope,
but all these are merely echoes in an eternal cave of silence,
where our footsteps resound like heartbeats in the endless night.
And yet, beyond the ruins, a flame flickers in the breeze,
a memory of what we were and what we can become,
if we return to our essence, to the land that raised us,
and rediscover each other in this sibling society,
where love and understanding can be reborn like a sunrise over the ruins.
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Dan Enache
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