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In the silence of indecipherable waiting,
where time stands still, eternal and subtle,
whispers of shadows play in the mist,
and the mind, a labyrinth, searches for a feverish thread.
Waiting for a sign, a flash, a wink,
a subtle movement on this chessboard
where the pieces follow their uncertain course,
and destiny peeps out from behind a light veil.
I follow, captive of this dense atmosphere,
where dreams float, like clouds of honey,
building castles in the sand of time,
with the faith that one day the paper will break.
Aah, this poem gives me the feeling at that moment that randomly comes when you suddenly find yourself at peace, usually when the scenery is great, then I wake up and remember I have other stuff to do that makes me tired 😁 The first half was serious, the second you can take with a grain of salt. 😆