In the fading light of dusk,
Whispers on a canvas, soft and hushed,
Each stroke a memory that we once shared,
Captured in the warmth of the evening air.
You were a breezy summer's dream,
Dancing shadows like a silver stream,
The laughter echoes through the fading glow,
Painted by stars that we’ve yet to know.
Let’s trace the lines of who we were,
In every sip of wine, each gentle stir,
Time can’t erase the stories we’ve spun,
In the twilight hours where our hearts still run.
So let the colors flow like a river,
In the quiet moments where we shiver,
Hold my hand, and let’s forget the page,
We’re artists now, lost in this endless stage.
In a world where the fabric starts to fray,
We’ll weave our dreams, come what may,
For every sunset brings a soft embrace,
A reminder of love that time can’t replace.
With every breath, the twilight calls,
A symphony in shadows as the daylight falls,
And when the stars rise to watch and gleam,
We'll find our solace in this endless dream.
So as the night whispers, don’t be afraid,
Our canvas is alive, the memories made,
In the tapestry of dusk, we’ll forever stay,
Two souls intertwined, come what may.
Indie
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