In the mystery of the endless night, when stars extinguish one by one
In the mystery of the endless night, when stars extinguish one by one,
Shadows gently dance on the vast plain of my weary soul,
And echoes of old longings rise, waking me from deep slumber,
In search of a lost meaning among constellations of strange thoughts.
On forgotten paths, my steps wander through forests of memories,
Where trees whisper ancient mysteries, and the wind sings forgotten songs,
Searching in deep roots for a source of light to soothe
The burden of loneliness that presses like a heavy cloak of shadows and mist.
Beyond the veil of illusion, the universe sends me sacred signs,
In the flow of infinite time, silent answers hide,
And in the labyrinth of creation, I lose myself in rhythms of incantations,
In a spiral of dreams and realities, seeking a path upward.
The waters of silence caress my soul thirsty for truth,
In their deep waves, I immerse to find solace,
And in their hypnotic flow, I let myself be carried by currents
To lands of tranquility where all pains disappear.
Repetitions of desires and hopes illuminate my path,
Through magical alliterations, I build a bridge to the sky,
In the contemplation of infinity, I rediscover a forgotten peace,
And in connection with all that exists, I discover eternal love.
Thus, through the stream of consciousness, I learn to embrace
The divine chaos of existence, transforming it into harmony,
For in the depth of melancholy, new life springs forth,
And only by sipping from the cup of pain do I find the honey of life.
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Dan Enache
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