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THE ENCHANTED CASTLE
“Dreams sometimes open doors to places we ca
A castle of dreams, its gates unfold,
Once shy, now bold, in whispers told.
I gather words like fleeting sighs,
The river’s rush, where longing lies.
This tender world, so soft, remains—
Why do thoughts bear so many stains?
The sand, the breath, the salt-laced kiss,
Draw me toward a hidden abyss.
The body shrouded in velvet mist,
The sea-wind’s hum, the sunset kissed.
A fragile wave reflects the glass,
Where time and tide shall never pass.
The night holds vigil, stars align,
Each moment whispers, “You are mine.”
A shadow’s dance, a fleeting thread,
The castle lives within my head.