In the whirlwind of my thoughts, every question spins like an unwavering storm
In the whirlwind of my thoughts, every question spins like an unwavering storm,
a slippery enigma that escapes every attempt to grasp it in my palms,
a million whispers dance in my mind, day and night, never pausing,
like a spring tide forcefully hitting the shore, they strike my mind with a deafening echo,
I spill my thoughts when they become too loud, but encounter only silence filled with doubt.
In silence, I find my refuge, like a cloak of peace enveloping my weary soul,
it asks for nothing and never tells me my pain is too heavy to bear,
silence holds the weight of my heart in ways no one else ever could,
it guards my secrets and cradles my fears like dusk melting into a restless sky,
soothing the chaos piece by piece, like an unseen balm healing deep wounds.
Each whisper in its symphony envelops me like a warm, mute embrace,
binding me in a wordless promise, a harmony needing no sound,
like soft shadows dancing on a quiet night, its rhythm soothes my deep pain,
and the melody falls like leaves floating in the air, a silent dance of tranquility,
its sound, gentle as the quiet hands of night, whispers secrets to my wounded heart,
healing my soul without any sound, like a spell transforming sadness into peace.
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Dan Enache
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