The Journey of the Wandering Soul

In the confines of dream and reality,

where time blurs into eternity,

a story of a wandering soul is woven,

who embarks on a journey in search of his instant.

In the deepest corner of the mind,

a landscape of latent emotions unfolds,

where the sun bathes in rivers of melancholy,

and the moon sings verses of nostalgia and poetry.

The soul, like a butterfly in the wind,

furrows the space with longing and feeling,

searching for answers in every horizon,

weaving on its way an ethereal mountain.

Under the starry blanket of the serene night,

hope and uncertainty intertwine with sorrow,

and in the dance of the shooting stars,

the soul begs to find its dreams and races.

It crosses valleys of forgotten memories,

where sighs are like sweet verses,

walking through meadows of lost loves,

and crossing deserts of failed dreams.

The mountains harbor ancient secrets,

guardians of moments, stories and myths,

and the wind that whispers among the high rocks,

tells stories of souls, their joys and faults.

In the river of life, the waters flow singing,

melodies that evoke times of hope and weeping,

and the wandering soul follows its tireless course,

navigating the waters of the ephemeral and immutable.

In the garden of dreams, flowers dance,

each petal is a memory that the soul assembles,

and while the morning dew shines,

the soul finds peace in this simple dance.

But the journey continues, without respite or pause,

crossing the threshold of mind and cause,

until one day, in the mirror of time,

the soul finds itself, without regret.

In that instant of profound clarity,

the soul is reconciled with every second,

accepting that the journey is destiny itself,

and that in every experience it finds its abyss.

Thus concludes this story of a wandering soul,

who crossed borders between dream and the distant,

weaving a poem on the canvas of space,

discovering its essence in every embrace.

In the confines of dream and reality,

the soul found its place, its identity,

and in the eternal symphony of existence,

it melted as a star in the vast consciousness.

(Image made by AI).