Under the cathedral of infinity, stretched above lost dreams
Under the cathedral of infinity, stretched above lost dreams,
I do nothing with my life but romanticize and decay in indecision,
I weave dreams from the ethereal threads of the moon and drape them with the charm of shadows,
Wandering through the corridors of the mind, falling into the abysses of uncertainty.
In the mysterious night, where the stars weave their secret stories,
I find solace in the reverie of a dreamed reality,
Each moment, a symphony of misunderstood lights and shadows,
Each thought, an arrow of light piercing the eternal darkness.
Under the vault of the sky shrouded in mystery, my desires are lost in waves of magic,
I stand still, embracing the sweet decay of my dreams,
Romanticizing each moment, transposing my heart into an endless story,
Oscillating between reality and illusion, losing myself in their evanescent glow.
In the eternal palaces of time, where the walls are canvases of forgotten memories,
I carve my existence from fragments of longing and picturesque nostalgia,
Each indecision is a dance on the edge of infinity,
A waltz of unfulfilled dreams and unspoken hopes.
Under the veil of melancholy, where my soul drowns in eternal silver waters,
I embrace my indecision like a Germanic mantle,
Each misstep becomes poetry in my secret world,
Where reality dissolves into stardust and perishable dreams.
In the crepuscular gardens of the cosmos, where flowers end their lives in stellar silence,
I wander with my thoughts among the echoes of a stitched existence,
Romanticizing the fleeting moment, while decay embraces me,
Lost, yet finding myself in the eternal tango of indecision.
Under the chandelier of the sky, where constellations write poems of silver light,
I lose my identity in whirlwinds of unfulfilled desires under the mantle of the night,
I find refuge in the ruins of my crystal dreams,
Each corner of my mind, a cathedral of perfect illusions in light.
In the mystery of the night, where dancing shadows evoke free spirits,
I build castles from ivory and unhidden desires, each a dream in itself,
Romanticizing each echo of my wounded heart and unscripted essence,
Slowly but surely, decaying into the sweet abyss of divine indecision.
Under the corollas of the moon, where light and darkness kiss vibrantly,
I gain peace from fragments of dreams and precious hesitations,
A traveler on the uncertain waters of my restless soul,
Romanticizing and decaying, hoping and wandering towards eternity.
Thus, under the vestment of the infinite night and the secret light of mystery,
I live between magic and melancholy, between constant dreaming and decay,
Each moment is a tear of a fallen star into the ocean of sacred love,
An endless poem, written between the edges of indecision and eternal longing.
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Dan Enache
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