In the soft glow of the evening,
Whispers dance on the breeze,
Drifting through the shadows,
Carried by the swaying trees.
Rhythms pulse like heartbeats,
Mellow in the fading light,
Lost in dreams that weave around,
Holding on through the night.
Every thought a gentle echo,
Tangled threads of what could be,
Floating like a feather,
In a world that feels so free.
Taking steps on quiet pathways,
With each moment feels so rare,
Finding peace in every heartbeat,
In the stillness, in the air.
Stars begin their twinkling,
As the sky calls out my name,
In this tranquil flow of twilight,
Nothing ever feels the same.
Drifting softly through the hours,
Wrapped in melodies we know,
The night unfolds its velvet,
Painting magic with a glow.
And as the morning whispers softly,
All the dreams begin to show,
In the rhythm of the sun's rise,
I find my way, I let it go.
So I embrace this gentle ending,
With a heart both light and slow,
In the soft glow of the evening,
I am home, I let it grow.
Lofi
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