Echoes of the quiet sound,
A crackle in the distance,
Where solitude wraps around.
Fleeting shadows in the glow,
Vapor rising from the ground,
Memories like soft rain falling,
With a pulse that won’t slow down.
Every drop’s a fleeting moment,
Dancing lightly, then it’s gone,
In this room of soft reflections,
Where the world feels like a song.
Gentle beats of heart and whispers,
Filling up the empty space,
Somewhere in the layers drifting,
Find a quiet, sacred place.
Lulled by the rhythm of the silence,
As the stars turn into light,
Wrapped in dreams and hints of laughter,
In the muted arms of night.
Floating thoughts like clouds of vapor,
Drifting softly through the air,
Taste the sweet of solitude,
In this tranquil, timeless lair.
As the echoes fade to quiet,
And dawn’s first light begins to climb,
We find solace in the moments,
In the pulse of endless time.
So let go of all your worries,
Let the music take its flight,
In the beauty of the stillness,
We’ll find peace within the night.
And as the night surrenders;
Just breathe, it will be alright.
Lofi
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