In a realm where shadows play,
Dancing harps weave dreams away,
Whilst twinkling stars adorn the night,
A symphony of gentle light.
Crystalline waves upon the shore,
Whisper tales of love and lore,
Echoing a soft embrace,
In the stillness, find my place.
Serene whispers on the breeze,
Carried far through ancient trees,
Their secrets blend in harmony,
A tapestry of memory.
Each note drifts like a feathered sigh,
As moonbeams kiss the midnight sky,
In this dreamlike weave, I lose my way,
In every chord, my heart will stay.
With golden threads, the night unfurls,
Crafting dreams in silver twirls,
The dance of harps, a sacred gift,
In the twilight, spirits lift.
And as the dawn begins to break,
The stars retreat, the night must wake,
Yet in my heart, their song remains,
A timeless echo, unbound by chains.
For in the end, where silence dwells,
The resonant truth the music tells,
In every note, and every part,
The dance of life flows through my heart.
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Dancing harps, twinkling stars, crystalline waves, dreamlike harmony, serene whispers