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In the deep waters of abyssal

Where the absolute fades, becomes unreal

You unveil the world as a dream

Words blur, meaning suspended.

Like a river in flood, they vanish into the stretched mystery

Thought dissolves, like morning mist.

In this stream of thoughts, in eternal destiny.

In the romantic world of art and aesthetics

Beauty is the beacon, passion is prophetic In the tumult of the soul,

in creative impulse Reality transforms the world.

Like a traveler in search of a hidden sense

I lose myself in the infinite, in the mystery of your rose garden

Stars dance in my dreams, colors blend.

And in the arcane language of the soul

I reveal myself with them.

So, let the colors bleed, let the dreams unfold

In the spirit of Acacia, where the mysteries are told.

Through the lens of beauty, in the poet's embrace

I find solace in your words, in this enchanted space.

Let the colors bleed.