I kissed the night like an old lover, in memory of days long past
I kissed the night like an old lover, in memory of days long past,
drinking from its shadows like a deep, unsettling crimson wine,
loneliness wore a velvet cloak, silky and heavy like a forgotten dream,
and I, a smile stitched with threads of melancholy, let myself be lost in the evening's decline.
The moon, a silent witness, watched over our dance of shadows and longing,
whispering stories from long ago, where time stretches and thins,
and the stars, those jewels scattered across the dark sky,
reflected in the night’s glass, adding a touch of eternity.
On empty streets, the echo of my steps was the perfect accompaniment,
for the symphony of silence singing in my heart with a note of nostalgia,
each dark corner revealed the secrets of a world hidden from view,
where shadows danced gracefully in the pale light of old lanterns.
In this embrace with the night, I found a peace that the day refuses,
a silence that speaks with the voice of a lost but never forgotten love,
and in that suspended moment, I understood that the night is not just darkness,
but a canvas of hidden emotions, a mirror of my wandering soul.
Thus, I will continue to kiss the night like a rediscovered old lover,
to drink from its shadows, to lose myself in the velvet of loneliness,
for in this waltz of shadows and light, I find the truth of my being,
a truth that shines brighter than any ray of light.
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Dan Enache
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