In the abyss of silence, the echo of an ancient dream reflects
In the abyss of silence, the echo of an ancient dream reflects,
Like a river of shadows rising from stellar depths,
Questioning eternity about the meaning fractured in chaos,
When the moon drips its silver on the night’s brow, like a call.
Under the celestial vault, in the ancient dance of dreaming constellations,
A thread of cosmic dust binds our destiny to falling stars,
Uniting our wandering souls in the search for light,
As in an incantation of mystery, we seek the answers of divinity.
In the labyrinth of silence, where words are merely shadows of thought,
We gaze toward the horizon of oblivion in search of profound meaning,
We listen to the murmurs of the universe, whispers of eternity,
In a cosmic waltz, we surrender to the desire to know the infinite.
Existential loneliness dances on the edge of time,
Embracing us with the invisible wings of mystery,
In the rhythm of a heart beating like a cosmic clock,
We lose and find ourselves in oceans of stars, awaiting the answer.
Through the window of the soul, we contemplate the chaos of the world,
In a play of shadows and light, we seek the hidden truth,
When the moon casts its silver veil over the eternal night,
We feel we are part of an old, forgotten dream, dreaming to be.
Thus, in the cosmic silence, we weave our fragile desires,
In waves of light and darkness, we dance on the edge of infinity,
Seeking connections with the invisible universe, wandering in search of essence,
In a world where only those who dream can truly see.
We remain in the stream of time, in the endless flow of existence,
Embracing solitude as an old friendship,
For in the deep silence, we find answers to unspoken questions,
And in the chaos of harmony, we discover the essence of who we are.
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Dan Enache
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