Under the mantle of the night, where the stars murmur ancient secrets
Under the mantle of the night, where the stars murmur ancient secrets,
Destiny dances like an aurora borealis, hidden in your heart,
A fragile feeling, like the wing of an angel,
For only you hold the key to the truth about yourself, a secret of light and shadows.
In the deep and mystical abyss of dreams,
You preserve the image that sculpts your soul,
A magical tableau of what you will become, of what you are,
Far from the eyes of the world, you envelop yourself in your own unknown senses.
Like a pearl hidden in the depths of the ocean,
Your destiny weaves its golden threads in secrecy,
For if you unveil it, the risk of seeing it shattered is too great,
And the fragility of the dream makes it too precious to be exposed to the world.
Under the starry sky, you carry your desires like ancestral treasures,
No stranger should see them, for in their eyes,
They could wither your dreams, like a cold wind over spring flowers.
It is best to keep them hidden, like a sacred flame in your heart.
Each step in the darkness becomes a quest for self,
Reflecting in the black mirror of the night that image
Which only you can see clearly, in the chiaroscuro of your soul,
An unspoken truth, a destiny in formation, an untold story.
In the profound stillness of the sleeping world,
You hide your dreams beneath the soil of shadows,
And from time to time, amidst the whispers of the night wind,
You invoke them in thought, gently caressing them, promising they will shine.
But until then, destinies remain undone,
Hidden from the harsh gazes and sharp words of the world,
For only when you are ready to fully live them,
Will you fulfill that fragile image, that unique and sacred feeling of yours.
So, look at the sky, let the moon whisper to you in secret,
That your destiny is there, waiting to unfold.
In the melancholy of an enchanted night, under the silent magic of the stars,
See that only you can guard your wonder and make it a reality.
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Dan Enache
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