As the sun melts into the night,
Shadows dance on the edge of sight.
Quiet whispers in the fading light,
Where the world slows down, and feels just right.
The pulse of time, a gentle beat,
In the stillness, our hearts meet.
Every moment, a fleeting flight,
A canvas painted in soft twilight.
Lost in thoughts that drift and sway,
I chase the ghosts that guide my way.
Your laughter lingers like a sweet embrace,
An essence caught in this sacred space.
With every breath, I trace the lines,
Mapping the constellations of our designs.
Those stolen glances, secrets in the air,
Now etched in silence, fragile and rare.
The stars ignite, the sky expands,
Our dreams woven with invisible strands.
In this pause, I hold you near,
An indelible mark, a love sincere.
But as the dusk begins to fade,
And the horizon wears its dusky shade,
I breathe you in, my heart will stay,
In the quiet dusk, we'll find our way.
And when the dawn breaks, bright and new,
I’ll carry this essence that speaks of you.
Memories dance with the morning glow,
In the gentle light, I’ll let you go.
Indie
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