In the fading light, I feel a shiver,
A whisper of the night, a quiet river,
Through the labyrinth of shadows, I roam,
Searching for the remnants that lead me home.
Every corner turned, a secret uncovered,
Echoes of the past, in silence smothered,
Raw is the truth, in the twilight's embrace,
As memories dance like ghosts, they leave a trace.
With every step taken, the dusk thickens,
Lost in the maze where the heart quickens,
I chase the fading sun, swallow down the chill,
In the stories untold, I find my will.
The stars ignite the canvas of the dark,
Mapping out a journey, igniting the spark,
Though fears may whisper, and doubts can creep,
I'll gather the remnants, the secrets to keep.
The moon paints shadows on paths yet to tread,
In the silence, I find the words left unsaid,
Though moments may scatter like leaves in the air,
I'll gather them closely, and wear them like prayer.
The labyrinth winds, through the depths of the night,
Each turn a reminder, a flicker of light,
In the stillness, I stand, with the dusk drawing near,
Embracing the remnants, casting away fear.
And as the night deepens, I finally see,
The way through the darkness, is setting me free,
With the dawn on the horizon, the shadows will part,
In the space between moments, I'll carry my heart.
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