In the silence of a fractured mirror,
Reflections dance with shadows near,
A world unraveled, secrets flow,
Inside the heart where echoes grow.
Beneath a veil, a spiral spins,
Lost in thoughts, where time begins,
Caught between the light and dark,
In the chaos, we find our spark.
Lunar whispers haunt the night,
Filling spaces, searching for light,
As chromatic storms paint the sky,
We chase the colors, never shy.
Ebbing pulse of a distant tide,
Pulls me closer, no place to hide,
With every wave, a story told,
In the depths where dreams unfold.
Lingering prisms in the air,
Hold our moments, soft and rare,
Wistful tremors in the breeze,
Promise futures with quiet ease.
So let the storms rage overhead,
Through veils of doubt, we’ll forge ahead,
In every fracture, wisdom grows,
A tapestry where love bestows.
As shadows fade and dawn arrives,
We rise united, we’ll survive,
With every note, a symphony,
Together we’ll write our history.
In the silence, find our way,
Through the night into the day,
With hearts entwined, we’ll learn to roam,
In the tempest, we’ve found our home.
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Wistful tremor, chromatic storm, veiled spiral, lingering prism, lunar whispers, ebbing pulse, fractured mirror