In the quiet of the evening, where the shadows softly drift,
I found a path that beckoned, promising a gentle lift.
With every step, I wander, through fields of golden light,
Where colors blend like whispers, painting edges of the night.
The air is thick with stories, of dreams not yet released,
Each hue a hopeful echo, the heart’s unyielding feast.
I breathe in deep, the wonder, let it fill my weary soul,
In this vast and endless canvas, I begin to feel whole.
Oh, the world spins on its axis, yet here I stand so still,
Time melts like the horizon, bending to my quiet will.
In every shade of twilight, I uncover who I am,
A tapestry of wander, stitched with each fragile strand.
Release me to the colors, let them dance beneath my skin,
A palette of tomorrow, where the magic can begin.
I’ll chase the fleeting moments, as the stars start to align,
With hope my guiding beacon, in this wanderlust divine.
So take my hand, dear stranger, let’s lose ourselves tonight,
We’ll dive into the spectrum, where the heart ignites the light.
With laughter as our anthem, and the moon our shining guide,
We’ll find the beauty hidden, with love upon our side.
In the quiet of the morning, as the colors fade away,
We’ll hold the threads of memory, in the light of a brand new day.
For even when the storms arrive, and shadows start to creep,
The patterns of our journey, will be ours forever to keep.
Indie
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