In the quiet of the evening,
When the world begins to sigh,
A gentle breeze carries secrets,
As the stars ignite the sky.
This is where our story lingers,
In the shadows, soft and low,
Where every whispered feeling
Finds a way to gently glow.
From the corners of the twilight,
Our laughter dances on the air,
With every spark of tender moments,
We weave magic everywhere.
The colors fade to indigo,
The moon gives us its grace,
With hearts untouched by sorrow,
In this timeless, sacred space.
So let's write our own horizon,
With words that blossom in the night,
Each line a brushstroke, ever fading,
Yet forever holding tight.
In the silence of our secrets,
We find solace in the glow,
Where the nightfall wraps around us,
And the world feels soft and slow.
So if you ever feel the distance,
Just look up at the stars that meet,
They’ll remind you of the moments
That our quiet hearts repeat.
Together we will chase the echoes,
Of a story made to last,
In the night, we'll find our solace,
In the breeze that whispers past.
As the dawn begins to shimmer,
And the twilight starts to fade,
Hold my hand, we'll face tomorrow,
With the dreams that we have made.
In the stillness, know I’m with you,
Through each chapter, we will roam,
In the nightfall, there's forever,
In this tale we call our home.
Indie
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