Whispering Violins

• In the hush of a tranquil morn,  
  Where the sky dons its rosy gown,  
  As the golden light begins to mourn,  
  With dreams that dance, yet never drown.  
  
  Softly, the gentle breeze arrives,  
  Stirring echoes from the night,  
  In symphonies where the heart derives,  
  A serenade of pure delight.  
  
  Across the endless horizon's sweep,  
  Where hopes and shadows intertwine,  
  With every note, secrets we keep,  
  As time drifts by, serene and fine.  
  
  Amidst the whispers of whispered strings,  
  Life unfolds in tender hues,  
  Where every moment softly clings,  
  To the memories we choose to muse.  
  
  The dawning world wrapped in embrace,  
  Takes flight on wings of purest grace,  
  A canvas brushed with warmth and time,  
  Painted in chords, sublime and prime.  
  
  So let the violins gently play,  
  In harmony with dreams we trust,  
  For as the night melts into day,  
  Love remains, enduring, just.  
  
  And as the sun paints the skies anew,  
  With every breath our spirits soar,  
  Together here, we'll see it through,  
  Tomorrow's promise... forevermore.

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Whispering violins, rising dawn, golden light, endless horizon, gentle breeze