I don't want this kindness! she utters with bitterness
I don't want this—kindness!—she utters with bitterness,
like a storm breaking out unexpectedly,
may the heirs remain in the secret abyss,
prodigies of the stars that dance in the night sky,
brothers of darkness that embrace silence,
servants of the moon that watches over sleeping dreams.
Why must one yield to the other,
when both can coexist like two flowing rivers?
On the hem of my ancestors’ garment,
adorned with stories woven through time,
in the kingdom of my heart, a hidden sanctuary,
let there be neither flicker of light nor drop of life,
nor traces of the vines that bind earth to sky.
May this realm remain a beacon of lineage,
an indelible dream from minds, a sanctuary of shadows,
where stories intertwine with the dawn's light.
Leaving behind only echoes of unfulfilled desires,
like whispers on the gentle evening breeze,
in this world where duality dances,
like two flames in a silent and eternal symphony,
souls find their balance in embrace,
like two stars meeting in the vast sky.
And perhaps, one day, we will all understand,
that between light and darkness is a sacred space,
where hearts sing their eternal tale,
a harmony of existence enduring through time,
a song that resonates beyond time and space,
a bond that can never be unraveled.
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Dan Enache
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