Beneath a melancholic sky, I wander,
Where dreams are painted in the fading light,
Silhouettes of memories float like whispers,
In the quiet corners of this endless night.
The city breathes, a gentle sighing,
As stars begin to blink and play their role,
With every heartbeat, I feel the longing,
For petals lost within the cracks of my soul.
In the distance, the skyline beckons,
A promise wrapped in fog and mystery,
Yet here I stand, with thoughts like blossoms,
Yearning for the dawn to set me free.
And in this moment, lost in dreaming,
I catch the echo of a sweet refrain,
A melody that drifts through time and shadow,
Where joy and ache are woven like the rain.
I see you dancing on the edge of twilight,
Your laughter ringing in the cool night air,
A fleeting glimpse that stirs my heart and spine,
A fleeting moment, yet it feels so rare.
So let the flowers bloom within the heartache,
Let whispers guide us through the darkened maze,
In every stumble, every soft misstep,
We find the beauty hidden in the haze.
With eyes wide open, I embrace the journey,
Through winding streets and echoes of the past,
In the shadow of the skyline, I'll keep searching,
For every dream that blooms, forever cast.
So here I stand, beneath the stars’ soft glow,
Finding solace in the night’s embrace,
With every melody, every whisper known,
I'll carry on, in this endless chase.
Indie
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