In the glow of a fragile bloom,
We wander through the morning haze,
Where shadowed echoes softly loom,
And memories dance in a daze.
The streets we walked are overgrown,
With whispers of the life we knew,
Each corner holds a tale unshown,
Of laughter shared beneath the blue.
Rust-colored skies, they call to me,
Golden glints on the fleeting stream,
In the silence, I can see,
The remnants of a faded dream.
We chased the sparks that made us feel,
Alive in moments, wild and free,
Yet time, like glass, begins to kneel,
Before the tide, it bends the knee.
In the stillness, our hearts collide,
Finding solace in what’s to come,
The infinite calm, a gentle guide,
Through shadows cast by days undone.
So hold my hand, we’ll face the years,
With laughter running like a rhyme,
Our souls entwined in hopes and fears,
Together, we can beat rusted time.
A journey carved in starlit streams,
As quiet as the falling night,
We’ll nurture every broken dream,
And let the dawn reveal our light.
In every petal, every sigh,
We’ll paint our story, bold and true,
As morning breaks, we’ll learn to fly,
With fragile blooms, we’ll start anew.
So here we'll stand, let shadows fade,
Wrapped in the warmth of what we've found,
With hearts unbroken, never swayed,
In rusted time, forever bound.
Indie
Rusted time, fragile bloom, morning haze, shadowed echoes, infinite calm
Indie
Rusted time, fragile bloom, morning haze, shadowed echoes, infinite calm