From The Sea Of Sorrow, I Extract A Drop Of Mystery Poem by Enache Dan

From the sea of sorrow, I extract a drop of mystery,
For every passing autumn, a magical spring whispers to me,
In fleeting youth, a waltz under the pale moonlight,
We, nature, in an eternal dance, keep the secrets of the night.
When the magical spring approaches, nature unveils its spells,
Flowers with their enigmatic scents, butterflies with silver wings dance,
The nocturnal breeze with its mystical scent; an echo of the past,
Seasons of magic, blend in a palette of colors, in a hidden world.
I know a place deep within the soul, where time stands still,
An eternal spring, where youth is an endless dream, pure magic,
The pain of the world; dried petals, turned into crystals under the moon's enchantment,
From the sea of sorrow, I bring a drop of magic, an elixir of the heart.
There will be no spring without the memory of autumn; a contrast,
If there's no melancholy, what power would magic hold, I wonder?
If there are no memories, why would the echoes of the past resound?
Melancholic autumn prepares to dress the heart in the veil of mystery.