In the morning light where the shadows blend,
Wistful resonance calls from a dreamer's end,
Through the radiant fog I wander alone,
Seeking solace in whispers of the unknown.
Veiled horizon stretches, painted in despair,
With electric shadows dancing through the air,
They flicker like promises, held but never kept,
In the silence of yearning, where our secrets slept.
Trembling sparks ignite as the waves start to swell,
Surreal tides of longing, can you hear the spell?
Every breath I take feels like a step away,
In the echoes of night, where the lost hearts play.
I chase the fleeting traces of a time that once shone,
Ethereal streams guide me back to home,
In the quiet corners where our spirits entwined,
Merging the wild currents of your soul with mine.
Now the sun sets low, casting shadows that remain,
While the memories shimmer like a gentle refrain,
In the depths of our silence, love will softly bloom,
As we drift through the darkness, I can feel your room.
So let the wistful echoes lead us to the dawn,
Through electric shadows, our hearts will carry on,
With every trembling spark, this promise we embrace,
Together in the ether, we’ll find our sacred space.
And as the radiant fog enfolds us in its light,
We'll dance with the surreal, where the stars ignite,
In the heart of the night, forever we will dream,
Bound by ethereal streams, forever we will gleam.
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