On the paths of destiny, merging in the eternal labyrinth, our steps carry us forth
On the paths of destiny, merging in the eternal labyrinth, our steps carry us forth,
the vagabond and the artist seek their wings in the flight of an unforgiving dream's worth.
The soul, an ocean of desires and doubts, seeks a firm rock amidst the storm's embrace,
in the sea of uncertainties, where light and shadow entwine their lace.
Oh, how the sun kisses the storm in their secret dance, like a hidden tale untold,
each glass of sweet wine brings memories from dreams that never unfold.
Fantasies, golden rays, pierce the darkened mind like a siren's song,
calling us to dance on the edge of the abyss, where every step feels so wrong.
Embrace the mud and gold, the child's laughter and the silence of looming death,
the masks of theater and our souls merge in light, like the sea’s gentle breath.
Say "yes" to all that comes, open your arms to the full spectrum of life’s embrace,
don't flee from the mud that kisses your feet, there blooms the morning's grace.
The pain that tears your heart, like a rose with thorns, births true love within,
he who accepts his being, with all its hues, lives with peace deep in his skin.
Light and darkness, laughter and tears, a fragile, magical balance on life's stage,
here, where we embrace all that embraces us, we dance in the circle of age.
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Dan Enache
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