Without her, life is like a song without notes in the breeze of time
Without her, life is like a song without notes in the breeze of time,
I dream dreams that shine in someone else's eyes, stars seeking their sky,
She was perfect, like a divine painting in the colors of sunset,
I, just a fleeting moment, a rustle of leaves in the wind, timeless.
It wasn't her fault, no shadow of sin in her gaze,
I, the unspoken example, the story without a page in the book of time,
She passed through me like a sacred prayer leaving light,
I remained like an unfinished amen, an echo in the evening silence.
I remember her smile, a sun over fields of desires,
I, a mere spectator, an unfulfilled dreamer watching from afar,
She, a universe of light and grace, I the shadow of time,
A dream without place, an unspoken word, a closed chapter.
Yet, in the melancholy of loss, there is a unique beauty,
I was a witness to a miracle, eternity in her eyes,
Maybe I'll find the courage to write our story now,
About light and shadow, dreams and realities, an unfinished amen.
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Dan Enache
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