In fields where the echoes softly sigh,
A wildflower dances beneath the open sky.
With colors that whisper of stories untold,
It sways with the breeze, bold yet uncontrolled.
There's a longing in the air, a sweet serenade,
A melody woven in the twilight's shade.
Each petal a secret, each stem a refrain,
Carrying whispers of love and of pain.
Wonder fills the spaces where shadows retreat,
Where memories linger on the tip of our feet.
As twilight descends, painting skies in deep hues,
We breathe in the magic, we chase after clues.
In the stillness, we find what the heart seeks,
Moments that shimmer, where silence speaks.
With every soft glance, like a fleeting caress,
We gather our hopes, shedding all of the stress.
The breeze tells a tale of what’s yet to come,
With paths intertwined, we’re never alone.
Underneath the stars, where dreams intertwine,
We’ll chase the wildflowers, your heart next to mine.
So hold me close, as the night takes its form,
In the chaos of longing, we’ll weather the storm.
For deep in this twilight, with the world holding still,
You’re my wildflower dream, my heart’s sweetest thrill.
And as dawn waves goodbye, in hues soft and warm,
We’ll carry these moments, forever transformed.
In the garden of whispers, where echoes reside,
We'll bloom like wildflowers, with nothing to hide.
Indie
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