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In the depths of the evening, where thoughts flow like rivers of trembling light
In the depths of the evening, where thoughts flow like rivers of trembling light,
the sky stretches its amber arms, embracing silence in cloaks of dreams,
and my steps are echoes of falling stars, dancing on carpets of time,
for to be deciphered means to scatter your essence into unknown winds.
I prefer to be a floating illusion on the ocean of misunderstood shadows,
where each moment is an unpolished diamond, hidden in the night of eternity,
and my mystery is a symphony of whispers waltzing under the moonlight,
keeping my soul a sanctuary untouched by the curious eyes of the world.
In the secret garden of my heart, dreams bloom with sapphire petals,
their fragrance is a silent song, an unfulfilled longing floating in the night's air,
where each silence is a verse written on the fragile parchment of destiny,
for I prefer to remain a shadow gliding through the tapestry of silent stars,
where my echoes are silver threads woven into the tapestry of time,
and the cloak of anonymity is a veil of mystery that gently envelops me,
allowing me to be an unseen traveler on the paths of endless dreams,
tasting the sweetness of the freedom to be just a thought floating free.
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Dan Enache
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