If I had the power, I would gather flakes of pure light from the dawn
If I had the power, I would gather flakes of pure light from the dawn,
I would weave wings from the whispers of stars, to lift you among endless galaxies,
To float on the ocean of the sky, where desires take the shape of dreams,
For you are a hidden angel, sculpted from lines of poetry and eternal mystery.
The wings would be crafted from threads of gold and silver, woven by the night wind,
To reveal to the world the mystery I have always carried in my heart,
In my eyes, you have always been a star dancing on the edge of universes,
A dream born from the silent song of constellations of hope.
In every beat of your wings, you bring echoes of magic and eternities,
A spirit embracing infinity, leaving behind pure love,
When you fly, time stops, and the sky becomes an ocean of light,
And the whole world sees how your wings open doors to dreams.
You are a symbol of hope, a beacon in the night of the lost,
And in your flight, we all carry the desire to reach infinity,
Through you flows the magic that transforms shadows into golden rays,
A dream that will not end, a story written on the canvas of eternity.
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Dan Enache
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