In the twilight of the fields, where the shadows softly play,
Echoes of the day keep fading, drifting slowly away,
The gentle breeze is whispering secrets of the night,
Drawing thoughts of freedom, like stars that fill the sky so bright.
With every step, I wander down this winding country road,
Footsteps leave their mark—a story that’s yet to be told,
The golden sun is sinking, painting colors wide and far,
In the arms of twilight, I find peace beneath the stars.
Chorus of the crickets sings a lullaby so sweet,
While the moonlight dances on the ground beneath my feet,
A tapestry of memories weaves through the evening air,
As I breathe in the silence, leaving every single care.
The fields stretch wide before me, where the wildflowers sway,
Each petal holding dreams, in their hues of gold and gray,
Gentle hearts are gathered, lost in time’s enduring flow,
And the echoes of our laughter linger softly in the glow.
With the promise of the dawn, washing over hills so deep,
We’ll embrace the freedom found in the spaces where we leap,
For in every twilight moment, there’s beauty in the soft,
Where the whispers of the fields remind us life’s a gift to loft.
So let us share this journey, as the stars ignite the night,
With the gentle hands of fate, guiding us towards the light,
In the twilight of our fields, let our spirits rise and blend,
Finding echoes of forever, in the love that never ends.
Folk
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