In the twilight where shadows play,
Colors dance in the fading light,
Whispers of dreams in the cool night air,
Float on the breeze, feel the rhythm ignite.
Every heartbeat paints a story,
Lines of joy and shades of sorrow,
With hope as the frame, we sketch our glory,
In the fleeting hours before tomorrow.
The stars blink like secrets, still untold,
As we wander through paths unfound,
Each moment a stroke, vivid and bold,
Holding on to the love that surrounds.
Chasing echoes of laughter and tears,
In the warmth of a fire's soft glow,
With every ember, we conquer our fears,
Creating a masterpiece, letting it flow.
When the dawn breaks and colors align,
We’ll remember the magic, the art that we made,
In the canvas of time, your hand in mine,
Every fleeting moment, carefully laid.
So here’s to the night that captured our souls,
To the music that carries our dreams and beliefs,
With every heartbeat, we’ll reach for our goals,
Finding beauty in both joy and grief.
In this gallery of hope, let the shadows recede,
Where the rhythm of hearts keeps the time,
Let’s paint our futures with love as our creed,
And our song will echo, timeless and prime.
Indie
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