The stars above us softly gleam,
As shadows dance by the fire's warm beam,
We sit in silence, just breathing the night,
The crackle of the flames, our hearts take flight.
Longing stirs beneath the moon's soft glow,
In the sparks that rise, so freely they go,
Carrying stories from days long gone,
A melody lingers, a sweet, haunting song.
Each note that flutters through the darkened air,
Awakens the dreams we'd laid bare,
Memories woven in the threads of the past,
In the warmth of the night, they hold us fast.
The whispers of the wind weave tales untold,
Of love and laughter, of dreams bold,
With every flicker, we share our hearts,
In the glow of the campfire, where friendship starts.
Through the bittersweet echoes of time's embrace,
We find our solace in this sacred space,
In the laughter that carries, in the tears that we share,
The flames burn brighter, in the stillness, we care.
So here let us linger, with the night by our side,
With a song in our souls, like the rising tide,
Though the wind may scatter our paths far away,
We'll cherish these moments, come what may.
As the embers fade and the dawn draws near,
We'll hold on to this feeling, forever dear,
For in the heart's campfire, memories remain,
A symphony of life, through joy and pain.
Folk
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