In my father's garment, I wear nobility, I wear a wound of light
In my father's garment, I wear nobility, I wear a wound of light,
When dusk descends, reflection opens its secret gates,
In the boxes of parallel illusions, the shadows of destiny are drawn,
I detach a little from oblivion, following the warmth that keeps my steps alive.
Countless springs weave their essence in battles of vitality,
From his honesty, I extract strength, flowing through the veins of time,
I wear pride on the membrane of my soul like a cloak of confidence,
With his hands on my shoulders, he whispers faith in the voices of silence.
In my veins, he carries pride; in my tone, his existence pulses,
When my father's name calls me, I become a spiral of light,
Where dawns call to autumn, his courage greets spring,
Different pronunciations, but emotions remain like an eternal echo.
I carry pride in my inherited chromosome, with the scent of emerald dignity,
I've learned to seduce certainty from his lessons of steadfastness,
I carry pride holding his fingers in my fist, stepping unsure but full of dreams,
I carry his childhood in my chest, and as I bloom, I wear his name like a crown.
He lives his childhood in me, and I, I carry pride and joy,
Ornaments of happiness adorn my soul, I wear my name with dignity,
I carry precious pride when called by my father's name,
A legacy of courage and optimism that shines in eternity.
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Dan Enache
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