In the silence where dreams begin to flow,
Caught in the whispers of spectral waves,
Waves that dance in a world that time misbehaves.
Underneath the stars, a nocturnal cascade,
Falling softly, weaving shadows in the shade,
Each flicker tells a story, every shimmer speaks,
Of trembling echoes lost in the silence of the peaks.
Phantom frost on the windowpane,
A touch that lingers, a wistful ache of rain,
In the liquid haze where the daylight wanes,
We find the beauty hidden in our connected chains.
Veiled fragments scatter in the midnight sky,
Reflecting all the memories we can't deny,
We chase the light where our fears dissolve,
In the simple, broken path that we can still resolve.
So here we stand, beneath the cosmic flow,
With the radiant shards igniting us in glow,
Holding tight to the night as we breathe it in,
Finding solace in the shadows where the wild things begin.
Our hearts are threads in a cosmic weave,
Bound by the dreams we choose to believe,
As the sun rises, casting away the frost,
We embrace the moment, aware of nothing lost.
In this embrace, we find our grace,
Writing our stories in the stars’ vast space,
So let the night take us to the edge of dawn,
In the light we will gather, lost and then reborn.
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Radiant shards, spectral waves, nocturnal cascade, trembling echoes, phantom frost, liquid haze, veiled fragments