to tell me the secret,
behind her luminous light.
She told me she shone,
for her verboten lover,
the sun of noonday bright.
I asked the stars,
to share the joy,
of lighting the moonlit sky.
They recounted to me,
the story of time,
and endless years gone by.
I asked the sky,
to show me his dreams,
of the world that lay below.
He spoke of the movements,
of texture and color,
of existences continuous flow.
I asked the night,
to show me the mystery,
behind his blackened veil.
He uttered the secrets,
that humanity keeps,
the entire inscrutable tale.
I asked the wind,
what drives the passion,
that enlivens her to breathe.
She whispered of unions,
infinite threads of existence,
the lives that interweave.
I ask myself,
who I am,
and what I will become.
I am the joyous enigma,
the paradoxical lover,
the passionate dreamer,
of songs yet unsung...
behind her luminous light.
She told me she shone,
for her verboten lover,
the sun of noonday bright.
I asked the stars,
to share the joy,
of lighting the moonlit sky.
They recounted to me,
the story of time,
and endless years gone by.
I asked the sky,
to show me his dreams,
of the world that lay below.
He spoke of the movements,
of texture and color,
of existences continuous flow.
I asked the night,
to show me the mystery,
behind his blackened veil.
He uttered the secrets,
that humanity keeps,
the entire inscrutable tale.
I asked the wind,
what drives the passion,
that enlivens her to breathe.
She whispered of unions,
infinite threads of existence,
the lives that interweave.
I ask myself,
who I am,
and what I will become.
I am the joyous enigma,
the paradoxical lover,
the passionate dreamer,
of songs yet unsung...
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