In the quiet of the night, shadows start to sway,
Radiant dreams flicker, guiding me astray.
Through the aching silence, echoes softly sigh,
Carried by the tempest, where the lost hearts lie.
Hold me close, the world spins fast,
In this fragile moment, let the worries pass.
Beneath the silver moon, secrets intertwine,
Searching for a refuge, where all feels divine.
The starlight whispers tales of what we've found,
A tapestry of time, woven deep in sound.
With every fleeting heartbeat, I can feel the grace,
As we drift into the solace, we create this space.
Every tear that fell, a river of release,
Through the tempest’s fury, I discovered peace.
These aching thoughts of yesterday begin to melt away,
As we dance on borrowed time, let the shadows play.
Hold me close, the world spins fast,
In this fragile moment, let the worries pass.
Beneath the silver moon, secrets intertwine,
Searching for a refuge, where all feels divine.
In this twilight glow, our fears are set free,
Radiant in our laughter, it’s where I long to be.
Though the storm may come and go, it’s the calm I crave,
In the solace of your arms, I’ve finally learned to save.
So let’s drift away, where the echoes cease,
Amidst the wild tempest, we’ve found our peace.
With the dawn on the horizon, a promise made anew,
In the stillness of this moment, my heart belongs to you.
Indie
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