In the fading light of dusk,
Where the fireflies dance and tails of gold,
Whisper secrets lost in the wind,
Echoes of a world we’ll never hold.
Longing for the dreams we chased,
Through the shadows of forgetfulness,
Each shimmer of the stars above,
A reminder of the way we’d confess.
Time flows like a gentle stream,
Carrying the stories that we weave,
In the wild recklessness of youth,
Even the silence starts to believe.
Oh, can you hear the calls of night?
The pulse of a heart that yearns to be,
Wrapped in the warmth of forgotten songs,
Swaying gently, just you and me.
Chasing whispers through the thickest trees,
With every step, we break the chains,
Fleeting moments like a summer breeze,
Filling our souls with unspoken flames.
In twilight’s arms, we find our place,
Lost in the shimmer of what was real,
Longing turns to a soft embrace,
And wild dreams dissolve into zeal.
As shadows stretch and daylight fades,
We gather our echoes, holding tight,
In the bittersweet glow, together we’ll roam,
Finding our way back to the light.
So let’s paint the night with laughter and spark,
Mark the canvas of time with our fears,
For in this wild symphony of heartbeats,
We’ll echo forever, through all of the years.
And as the twilight drapes over the hill,
We’ll whisper our truths, unbroken, alive,
With every shimmer, a promise we’ll build,
In the wild echoes, our love will survive.
Indie
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