Today I went out into the city with my soul turned inside out, like an old coat reversed
Today I went out into the city with my soul turned inside out, like an old coat reversed,
And on streets filled with shadows and lights, people looked at me with curious eyes,
As if they had glimpsed a stranger in their own story, a character without purpose,
And friends called me, their voices like echoes from a distant past,
Telling me they didn’t know I was a poet, as if my words were hidden,
And I replied with a lost smile, that I didn’t know either, that maybe never.
I felt like a wanderer on boulevards of thoughts, under that gray sky,
Where each step was a note in a melody played softly in the soul,
As the world unfolded like an old scroll, revealing unexpected secrets,
And in every gaze I met, I searched for meaning, a connection, a moment of truth,
As if I were diving into an ocean of silences and whispers, without a compass, without time,
Wondering if poetry is nothing but a reversed coat, worn inside out.
Thus, my steps trod on the cold asphalt of the city, becoming a dance of shadows,
And in every shop window, my face changed its contour, becoming a mask of desires,
While words mingled with the wind, carrying my thoughts to infinity,
And the soul turned inside out revealed itself fragile, like a spider's web under the moon,
Waiting to be discovered, to be understood, to be read like an unwritten poem,
For perhaps, on this day, I discovered that poetry is life itself, worn inside out.
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Dan Enache
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