In the meadow at twilight, where the shadows softly fall,
I can hear the whispers, like a lover’s gentle call.
The air is filled with secrets, carried on the breeze,
And my heart begins to wander, searching for its ease.
Through the trees, the starlight dances, flickers low and bright,
Every footstep on this journey leads me deeper into night.
With every breath, I find my story, woven in the dark,
A tapestry of memories, a flicker of a spark.
In the golden hush of evening, where the skies turn darkly blue,
I’ll follow all these echoes, tracing paths that lead to you.
Though the road can be uncertain, filled with turns I cannot see,
Each whisper of the twilight guides the journey deep in me.
As the world begins to slumber, and the night begins to blend,
I can feel the warmth of dreaming, the heart will always mend.
In the budding blooms of springtime, as the dawn breaks fresh and new,
I will carry forth this twilight, every whisper leading through.
So let’s walk this winding pathway, hand in hand, it’s rough yet fine,
In the meadow at twilight, where your heart can meet with mine.
Together we’ll explore the silence, where love’s echoes softly ring,
And in the glow of twilight, we’ll find all the hope they bring.
Folk
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