In the heart of solitude, I find my way,
Through whispered dreams that gently sway,
A timeless melody, soft and clear,
Carried by the echoes of what we hold dear.
Each note a delicate brush upon my soul,
Resonating memories that make me whole.
In the warmth of shadows, where silence sings,
I rise with the dawn, embracing new wings.
With a crescendo rising, I dance with the light,
Caught in the gracefully woven delight.
Moments like petals, falling crisp and slow,
Gathered in reverie, where soft breezes blow.
The sun paints the horizon with hues of embrace,
Filling this soft chamber, my sacred space.
As twilight descends, I lean into the glow,
Where both heart and spirit together bestow.
In the realm of slumber, when all is still,
I cherish these fragments, my quiet will.
Forever I'll wander, through thoughts that entwine,
With a love so profound, it transcends time.
So here in this solace, I find my refrain,
A symphony whispered through joy and through pain.
In the heart of solitude, where echoes play,
I’ll cherish each moment, come what may.
As the final notes linger and slowly decay,
I’ll carry this warmth with me, come what may.
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