Life is solid, made of earth and stone,
of roots that sink deep into the silence of the soil.
Each step, an echo in the field of time,
each breath, a reminder that we are (in)finite.
There is strength in the winds we cannot see
and in the falling leaves that fear not the winter.
Love is not fleeting, but like the rock,
firm, built in the fissures of being.
And when the sky closes,
when th...

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The night falls without haste
wrapping the earth in its subtle hands.
The wind, silent, traces the outlines of space
and the stars are brief words
written in the black sky

Nothing moves, yet everything unfolds
Time dissolves in the cool air
where solitude becomes company
and silence is profound
a voiceless song that spreads
through every corner of the world

Distant lights seem to fl...

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The sky, that cries all night, without a break
The pain in fields turns into sorrow’s song
Ah! Who am I, lost, walking through the ache?
Is it just a dream, or agony so long?

The sea, the waves break strong upon the shore
And I, in vain, seek out a resting place
But winds that drag me leave me evermore
And carry me beyond, with endless pace

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