A Day Filled With Mystery, The Imprints Of Birds Remain Framed In The Fog Poem by Enache Dan

A day filled with mystery, the imprints of birds remain framed in the fog,
The echo of a piano fades in the morning's twilight,
Childhood memories hide in the sweetness of a forgotten candy.
The scent of the old house by the river saddens me with every breath,
The joy of the snowman melts into cold tears,
The harsh wind brings memories of endless nights.
The sadness of a dried rose wraps me in melancholy,
The passion of a lost kiss envelops me in bitterness,
The effervescence of a red liquid turns into a tear of wine.
The delicacy of a silk scarf comes off, carried by the wind,
The grace of a leaf sinks into the depths of forgotten Time.
The texture of God's most beautiful gift envelops me,
It's you, dear Soul, my dream lost in the haze of the night.