In the soft embrace of dusk,
Where shadows play and whispers rust,
Muted colors dance and sway,
As the day begins to fade away.
I watch the vapor rise and twirl,
A ghostly ribbon, a fleeting pearl,
Drifting slowly on the breeze,
Every moment brings me to my knees.
Time moves gently in the low light,
A soft refrain, a lullaby’s flight,
Crinkles echo beneath my feet,
Memories linger, bittersweet.
With each breath, the world slows down,
The city fades away, no sound,
Only heartbeats and the night’s caress,
In this twilight, I find my rest.
Dreams awaken on the edge of sight,
Each thought a droplet, pure as night,
Lost in the haze, I find my way,
In the silence where shadows wish to stay.
Let the crinkle lead me home,
In this muted twilight, I no longer roam,
Through the vapor, I drift and weave,
Finding solace in what I believe.
As the stars flicker, time stands still,
Every heartbeat echoes with a thrill,
In this quiet dance, I claim my peace,
Wrapped in dusk, where worries cease.
So let the twilight gently unfold,
In the tales of vapor, dreams retold,
With every step on this quiet street,
I find my heart — at last, complete.
Lofi
Crinkle, dusk, muted, vapor, drift