Under the veil of silence, thoughts float like the shadows of lost dreams
Under the veil of silence, thoughts float like the shadows of lost dreams,
In the labyrinth of time, where seconds whisper echoes of longing,
It is the moment when spirits dance in harmony with forgotten stars,
And in the depths of the soul, doors open to eternal realms.
Sleep is the gateway where the lights of reason fade, slow and gentle,
It is a refuge for the heart, where pains dissolve into silence,
It is a murmur of a river that carries memories in waves of forgetfulness,
In a world where dream and reality weave together magically.
In the dance of the night, the soul plunges into the seas of the unknown,
In a hypnotic dance of thoughts merging with the eternal,
Under the wing of the moon, the mystery of unseen worlds is revealed,
And the desire to know becomes a whisper lost in the wind.
The dream is an altar where illusions and secret truths intertwine,
It is a journey through the valleys of shadows, where time stands still,
In deep sleep, the mind becomes a field of shimmering stars,
And each moment becomes a brick in the wall of eternity.
The entire existence becomes an incantation of cosmic calling,
A murmur of desires rising from the depths of being,
In a symphony of silences carrying echoes of infinity,
And in sleep, the longing to understand the mystery of life is born.
In darkness, the soul rises and falls, like a night butterfly,
It is a waltz with the unknown, where loneliness becomes a friend,
It is the place where dreams rise like a prayer to the universe,
And in this silence, we find the peace of a night without end.
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Dan Enache
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