I have drawn the maps of my sorrow, with borders of ochre and ash
I have drawn the maps of my sorrow, with borders of ochre and ash,
rivers of longing winding like silver snakes toward the empty seas of unfulfilled dreams,
the valley of abandoned thoughts, a cemetery of withered promises,
and the desert of sighs, its sand made of words
that shatter like glass under the weight of silence.
In the center, a mausoleum of dreams sculpted in marble,
they shine enclosed in the amber of memory,
the winds erode them like a silent sculptor,
the inevitability of forgetting etched into stone,
a dance of time drawing spirals over memories.
I wander through this landscape like a drifting shadow,
traveling through tunnels of the soul,
where every corner hides an echo
of a lost love, a whisper of yearning.
When night draws its curtain over thoughts,
everything becomes a tomb of silence,
and in that darkness, only I remain,
a guardian of dreams that hide their brilliance,
a sentinel of a universe that will no longer bloom.
Thus, I continue to carve my path,
through a universe of melancholy and falling stars,
seeking light among the dense shadows,
in a never-ending journey,
through the uncharted maps of my soul.
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Dan Enache
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