One day, I will leave on a path of mist and dreams
One day, I will leave on a path of mist and dreams,
to an unknown place where silences whisper eternal stories,
into a secret mountain hidden on the maps of my heart,
where the shadows of the past dance under the gentle sunset.
One day, I will leave with steps of wind that carry my desires,
with a suitcase full of memories flowing like a river of endless longing,
carrying with me what I feel, an ocean of emotions crashing against shores,
what I love and understand, like a flower opening under the gaze of the moon.
In the mountain's silence, I will find echoes singing old soul harmonies,
and in its quietude, I will rediscover parts of myself lost in the waves of time,
for each rock is a page from a journal of wandering souls,
and each breeze carries stories of unshared love and longing.
One day, I will leave behind shadows of steps and forgotten whispers,
with the thought that the mountain will welcome me as an old friend,
in a silent embrace where past and present intertwine,
like a tapestry of stars on the sky of an endless night, without regrets.
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Dan Enache
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