In the garment of loyalty, once I whispered
In the garment of loyalty, once I whispered,
But every love, in time, was restrained.
Happiness, a relic hunted in vain,
In the quest for meaning, life turned bitter.
To be normal, an illusion that dissipates,
Certain of what I did not want, but unsure of what I crave.
Fate's taste for troubles, deep and unending,
A journey through shadows, secrets hidden at dusk.
The uncertainty of interests, a dance of enigmas,
Life embraced, as if under an incantation.
God or illusion, the choice shrouded in mist,
In the face of death, without fear, only hope.
When and how, only shadows know,
Intertwined motives, reasons to flow.
In the abysses of consciousness, the murmur of the night dances,
A tapestry of pains, guarded in the voice's silence.
In forests of mystery, among contemplative stars,
My soul hides, alone, dreamy, and fearful.
Past and present, in a continuous stream entwine,
The thoughts of my life, in an endless dream revolve.
A river of memories, in the depths unexplored by desire,
My lost love, in the haze of a consciousness dream.
In the mystic night, shadows dance,
Reflecting fragile dreams, baptized in their waltz.
An emerald continuum, through oceans of melancholy,
My lost love, calling in absence and solitude.
The whispers of time, like an ancient wind,
Caress the wounds, in a therapeutic dance.
In the face of the unknown, I lose myself in reflection,
Questioning the meaning, in the whirlpools of eternity.
This is destiny, in the mysterious flow of my consciousness,
A journey through galaxies of dreams, in heavy cosmic robes.
In the ruins of hope, I find fragments of escaped truth,
My eternal love, like a fire comet through the universe escapes.
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Dan Enache
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