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Wrap me in your silk like a dream, a moment worth keeping beneath closed eyes
Wrap me in your silk like a dream, a moment worth keeping beneath closed eyes,
Perhaps I'll be wounded or thawed by the warmth that tenderly seeps within,
The frenzy of the shawl’s thread weaves my thoughts, like a circle of fate,
For warmth or for death—a choice binding my soul to freedom's gate.
I must capture the triumph of warmth, a crown of shawl that holds me tight,
Better to be a beacon of light, beyond the flight of life that soars high,
But shall I not be absent when the call is heard, or will you fade into twilight?
Will I find you in the late dusks, a shadow of night’s devotion bright?
Perhaps a void of love in the night, an abyss that knows no bounds,
I will never cease to watch and pause, frozen by the mysteries profound,
Always remaining with its breeze, a thrill that never fades away,
Between life’s shadows and the flickering light in the distance, ever astray.
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Dan Enache
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