In the dust of morning light,
A candle flickers slow and low,
Memories dance in shadows tight,
While whispers of the past still glow.
Melancholy wraps the air,
As silence hangs like soft confetti,
I breathe in the echoes we used to share,
A bittersweet taste, the heart unsteady.
Time takes a pause, a gentle sway,
Moments linger, bittersweet embrace,
Chasing dreams that drift away,
In the space where we used to trace.
The sun breaks in, a golden sigh,
Yet clouds still weave their wistful tune,
With every flame, the hours fly,
Each glow a glimpse beneath the moon.
In the dust of morning light,
I sit with shadows, smile and ache,
Finding solace in this quiet fight,
Rekindling what memories can’t shake.
So I flow like smoke, light as air,
Holding on to what feels right,
For even in the melancholy stare,
There’s beauty found in the fading night.
And as the candle dims away,
I gather whispers near and far,
In the dust of morning, I choose to stay,
Finding peace beneath the falling stars.
Lofi
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