In shadows deep, where echoes softly sigh,
Here time unfolds like petals, gently pressed;
A reverie of memories that twine,
In moments lost, the heart finds its rest.
The cadence of my thoughts, a measured dance,
As fleeting light paints whispers on the wall;
In quietude, with every stolen glance,
Reflection drifts like autumn leaves that fall.
The air is thick with dreams yet to be born,
Each fragile verse, a tale of love and grace;
In every breath, a world anew is worn,
The silent beauty wrapped in this embrace.
Through chambers heart, where echoes find their voice,
A symphony of secrets under stars;
In gentle night, our spirits weave, rejoice,
As time stands still, transcending all our scars.
So linger here, 'neath moon's ethereal glow,
In twilight's arms, let whispers be our guide;
For in this space where fleeting moments flow,
We find our peace, where beauty shall abide.
The quiet notes will linger long and sweet,
In chambers of our hearts forever free,
And as the dawn prepares its soft retreat,
We'll hold this reverie, just you and me.
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