In the whisper of the breeze, I find
An echo of a dream that time confined,
Melancholy shadows dance and sway,
With elegance like twilight fading day.
The orchestral notes arise in me,
A symphony of longing, pure and free,
Each tender stroke, a sigh across the air,
In harmony, the heart lays bare.
Through fields of silence where memories bloom,
I wander, lost in twilight’s misty gloom,
The fading light, a brush with fate unknown,
Yet in that space, I find I am not alone.
The gentle sweeping of the evening tide,
Whispers secrets that my soul can't hide,
Each fleeting moment, weaving through the night,
A tapestry of shadows wrapped in light.
In eyes that glimpse a world forever lost,
Where love, like music, bears an endless cost,
I gaze upon the stars that quietly gleam,
Reminders of a love that once was dream.
So let the breeze carry my silent plea,
As echoes of your presence rest with me,
In every note that drifts beyond the trees,
I hold you close in the whisper of the breeze.
And as I stand beneath the velvet sky,
With every star, I learn to let you fly,
For in this melancholy, there’s a grace,
A bittersweet reflection I embrace.
Thus, I find my peace among the sighs,
In elegance, your memory never dies,
Though longing speaks in shadows of the past,
I cherish every moment, every cast.
For in the heart where love and loss reside,
The music plays, a soft and gentle tide,
In the melody of life, I feel you near,
A song of elegance that lingers here.
In the whisper of the breeze, I know,
Our love will dance where all true spirits go,
With timeless grace that endlessly shall please,
I find you always in the gentle breeze.
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