Whispers at dawn, the shadows retreat,
A melody fading, with dreams at our feet.
In the quiet of morning, the echoes will rise,
Phantoms of longing, wrapped in the skies.
The howl of the wind carries tales from afar,
Fleeting moments like whispers, beneath every star.
With hearts intertwined, in the raw, tender light,
We chase the illusions that vanish from sight.
In this fleeting realm where time drifts away,
Every breath is a promise, a dance we must sway.
The world holds a beauty that's vibrant yet pale,
As we wander through memories, leaving a trail.
Your laughter, a lantern illuminating dark,
While dawn casts a glow, kindling our spark.
Together in echoes, we’ll paint our own fate,
With each brush of light, we’ll unravel the weight.
The howl of the wind, it whispers your name,
In the depths of the night, we’re never the same.
These moments, they slip like the sand through our hands,
Yet in the fleeting twilight, true love understands.
As the sun breaks the silence, and shadows dissolve,
We find in the dawn, our spirits evolve.
A phantom of dreams that refuse to let go,
In the warm embrace of morning's first glow.
So hold on to the magic, let go of the night,
With a heart wide open, we'll soar to new heights.
In the dawn's gentle breath, we’ll find our way home,
In a world full of wonders, together we’ll roam.
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