In the shadows of dusk, I hear the river moan,
Its waters whisper secrets, of a heart turned to stone.
The night falls heavy, with burdens I can't bear,
Each ripple tells a story, of love lost in despair.
I sat by the banks, where the wild lilies lay,
Watched the sun sink low, took my dreams away.
The stars just flicker gently, in a sky so dark and cold,
While echoes of our laughter, are just memories retold.
The moon hangs low, like a ghost from the past,
A reflection of the fleeting love, that I thought would last.
Broken dreams like branches, drifting on the tide,
Every wave that pulls me under, is a piece of you inside.
With every current pulling, I feel your absence near,
In the silence of the evening, I can almost hear,
The promises we made, beneath the willow tree,
Now float like fallen leaves, lost on the river's spree.
But I'll carry this burden, like the stones beneath my feet,
With a heart that’s heavy laden, and a soul that’s bittersweet.
The river keeps on flowing, though my tears have run dry,
In the twilight of my sorrow, I still whisper goodbye.
And as the darkness lingers, and the night begins to fade,
I’ll find a way to wander, through the memories we made.
For in the moan of the river, and the dusk that holds me tight,
I’ll learn to find the solace, in the shadows of the night.
So let the waters carry, the weight of what’s been lost,
For in the depths of sorrow, there’s a strength beyond the cost.
With every bend and turn, I hope to find my way,
To a place where broken rivers flow toward a brighter day.
Blues
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