In the shadows of infinite dusk,
Where whispers collide with the dying light,
There's a world wrapped in phantom haze,
Echoes of dreams that drift out of sight.
Restless echoes shatter the quiet,
Like footprints left on a tide,
Monochrome waves pull me deeper,
Into the liquid glow that’s alive.
Chasing shadows, our hearts collide,
Through spectral light, we find our way,
Mapping the constellations of our desires,
In this ever-changing play.
Fragments of time weave a tapestry,
Every heartbeat a drop in the sea,
Caught in the currents of memories,
Where the past and the present breathe.
But as we drift on this restless sea,
We carve our names in the sands of night,
Lost in the labyrinth of our own design,
Guided by stars and their flickering light.
So hold my hand, let’s dance through the storm,
Find solace in moments, both fragile and bright,
In this static resonance, find our form,
As we fade into the spectral light.
The dawn will break, but we'll remain,
A whisper in the echoes, a promise, a flame,
Together we'll rise from the ashes of dusk,
Finding peace in the chaos, and love in the hush.
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