In the gentle hush of twilight's grace,
Autumn leaves twirl, a soft embrace,
Whispers of time in the velvet dusk,
As fading melodies fade, their sweetness husk.
The soft rain kisses earth's weary face,
A sigh escapes in this solemn place,
Echoes of laughter lost in the air,
Moments that linger, yet few hearts to share.
Crimson and gold, each hue a tale,
Carried by winds that weave through the vale,
Each droplet falls, a tender refrain,
A symphony woven in sorrow and pain.
Beneath the canopy of twilight’s glow,
The twilight dances, the shadows flow,
With every heartbeat, the evening unfolds,
As dreams intertwine with the secrets it holds.
As night descends, the stars take flight,
Illuminating paths from dark into light,
In this embrace, a quiet resolve,
The echoes of longing, these hearts will evolve.
So let the rain guide the lonely shell,
Through corridors of memory where shadows dwell,
For in every note, and each whispered plea,
The fading melodies shall set our spirits free.
With one last breath, the night draws near,
The world turns softly, as hearts persevere,
In the fading twilight, where silence weaves,
We find our solace in the dance of autumn leaves.
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