In the hush of evening's glow,
Where mountains touch the sky,
The river sings a tale of old,
As soft winds wander by.
Echoes dance on shadow's edge,
A heartbeat in the trees,
Calling back the dreams we've lost,
Carried on the breeze.
By the water's gentle flow,
Memories intertwine,
Like the stars that dot the night,
Our fates were drawn in time.
The twilight wraps its arms around,
This sacred, hallowed ground,
In every whisper from the past,
Our stories can be found.
The river flows with secrets deep,
Its currents strong and wide,
And in its depths, we find our peace,
Where the wild hearts reside.
With every turn, the echoes rise,
Resounding through the years,
A symphony of love and hope,
Responding to our tears.
So let us stand where shadows fall,
And listen to the night,
For in the quiet, hearts will learn
The language of the light.
We’ll dance among the mountains high,
As stars begin to spark,
In twilight’s warm embrace we’ll find
The flame that lights the dark.
Together through this journey long,
With river's flow we’ll part,
Yet every echo, every sound,
Will linger in the heart.
With every step, the path will show,
What treasures lie ahead,
In the twilight, love will guide,
And lead us ever red.
Folk
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