In the deep shadow of the dark evening
In the deep shadow of the dark evening,
With twilight wings like ethereal poems,
I remember him, my last partner,
A traveler in the labyrinth of thoughts, both dark and bright.
He was an oracle of knowledge, an alchemist of the mind,
Feeding the flames in my heart with the essence of cosmic mysteries,
But he was blind to the whispers of birds singing softly,
And to the dance of waves tenderly embracing the shore.
With each sunrise, our world unfolded in mysteries,
While he, a prisoner of his own illusions,
Lost his way in the labyrinth of ephemeral delusions,
That's why we were forced to part ways.
I gave him a chance to discover the sacred lights,
But he remained enveloped in the deep shadows of ignorance,
Like a follower of darkness, falsely shining in the night,
Refusing to feel the magic of my tenderness as a prayer.
So, in silence and with pain in my heart, I opened the door,
Determined not to travel the dark paths of illusion anymore,
Not to wander among the lost symbols of mystery,
But to ascend together towards the divine light of love.
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Dan Enache
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