I was once a window, a gateway to the unbounded light of the sky
I was once a window, a gateway to the unbounded light of the sky,
Through which rays danced like spirits in the midst of a clear night,
The moon bowed to whisper to me the secrets of stars forgotten by time,
And people looked through me, their eyes full of dreams and hidden longings,
Each gaze was a thread of a story I wove in silence,
But then they began to fear my clarity, the light that shone,
What I let in and what I revealed without asking permission,
So they came with bricks of silence and words heavy as lead.
At first, it was a curtain of shadow, then a plank of forgetfulness,
Then they began to tell me I was too much, too open, too fragile,
And stone by stone, I was walled in a silence of stone,
Not broken, but hidden under a veil of frozen memories,
Not destroyed, but locked in a world where light no longer penetrates,
Now I hear the light as a distant whisper, an echo of the past,
I remember warmth as a song lost in the wind,
People pass by me, forgetting I was once a window,
But I still remember, and my soul still longs,
For the endless sky and the light that sang my name.
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Dan Enache
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