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Upon wings of dream and time, love buds unseen
Upon wings of dream and time, love buds unseen,
Not every fate quickens it in the ephemeral dance of form and hour,
It, the profound love, the one that forges destiny in souls, is like a spell,
Flying over stereotypes, over the labyrinth of the Matrix that confines dreams.
How rare it is in the fabric of days to find that connection of spirits,
That meet across vast distances in an embrace closer than bustling proximities.
Each is the other's sanctuary, and life progresses in parallel, in that unseen space,
And each carves their presence into a corner of the heart, where no altar or certainty exists.
The deep pulse of the soul is felt at a mere calling of the name,
And the sensation resonates, an echo of fulfillment that transcends the borders of consciousness.
To recognize, and to be recognized... to share the same unhampered language.
To resonate in unison... is to tune spirits in a harmony that transcends the octave.
To choose to step beyond the need for possession, for a subtle being, pure in Love.
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Dan Enache
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