As the day drifts into silver dusk,
The shadows weave their whispered tales,
I hear the rhythm of the night,
In the distance, the memory pales.
Fragile notes drift on a breeze,
Carried softly through the trees,
I chase the dreams that slipped away,
In the spaces where we used to play.
Hidden glow in the twilight haze,
Fleeting sparks dance like summer’s days,
We walk the path where silence lay,
In the echoes, we find our way.
With every step, the world unwinds,
A gentle heartbeat lingers still,
In this moment, I'm just a ghost,
Chasing shadows against my will.
The stars breathe life into the night,
Each twinkle a promise, a warm delight,
I gather wishes, tucked in my heart,
In the quiet, we’ll never part.
So let the echoes guide us home,
Where silver dreams no longer roam,
Through fragile notes that softly play,
We’ll find the dawn that breaks our gray.
And as we stand beneath the glow,
We embrace the love we both know,
With every whispered breath, we belong,
Together in a world where we are strong.
Indie
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