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In the mystery of the dark and vast night, the blizzards of forgetfulness cry in silver verses
In the mystery of the dark and vast night, the blizzards of forgetfulness cry in silver verses
Under the dome of the sky carved in living stones, I stand alone like a bell of thought forgotten in secrecy
Time flows in circles of fire and forgetfulness, and I am a flame burning in its own ashes
My soul is a butterfly of melted wax, searching for its wings through the labyrinth of the night
My dreams are drops of mercury from the stars, falling into silver cups over the leaves of autumn
Under the moon's eyelid, memories of gold weep, and I gather them in my waxen palms
My step is an echo in the labyrinth of time, searching for my shadow through corridors of thought
The stars are frozen tears on the vault of the sky, and I count them with silver fingers
My soul is a wax bird, seeking its nest in branches of forgetfulness
Time is a river of mercury and forgetfulness, flowing through my glass veins
Under the mantle of the night, memories of gold weep, and I gather them in my smoky palms
My dreams are butterflies of melted wax, searching for their wings through the labyrinth of thought
My soul is a bell of forgotten thought, ringing in secrecy in the endless night
In the mystery of the dark and vast night, the blizzards of forgetfulness cry in silver verses
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Dan Enache
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