In the cradle of the twilight, where the shadows softly blend,
I can hear the whispers calling, where the fading lanterns bend.
Stories linger in the silence, carried by the evening breeze,
Through the drifted leaves of autumn, dancing slow among the trees.
There's a willow standing lonely, brushing gently with its grace,
Singing melodies of longing, in the quiet, sacred space.
Every frond a soft reminder, of the dreams we used to chase,
And the moonlit chorus beckons, with a sweet and tender trace.
In the stillness of the moment, let the world fade far away,
Feel the heartbeat of the earth, and the wisdom in the sway.
With our feet on earthen roots, we find the strength to stand so tall,
As the gentle night surrounds us, we can hear the nature's call.
Every leaf that falls before us carries tales of love and loss,
In the tapestry of time, we learn to count both gain and cost.
Let the willow's hymn embrace us, let it cradle every sigh,
As the moonlight spills like silver, painting shadows in the sky.
So we’ll journey through the echoes, where the past and present meet,
With the lanterns dimmed but glowing, guiding softly on our feet.
In this life of quiet magic, let us gather every truth,
In the fading sum of moments, we’ll find solace in our youth.
And when dawn begins to shimmer, with the promise of the day,
We will weave our song together, let it find its destined way.
For in every note and silence, there's a beauty to behold,
As we carry forth the echoes, through the stories left untold.
So hold close those earthen roots, let the fading lantern glow,
In the ties that bind us deeper, love will surely help us grow.
As the willow sings her chorus, and the drifting leaves take flight,
We find strength in every heartbeat, under the stars’ guiding light.
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