In the quiet of the night, where the shadows lay,
A restless murmur’s call, driving me away.
Aching strings are whispering secrets untold,
As the velvet dawn breaks, with a promise bold.
In the glow of the morning, I wander these trails,
Where memories linger, like forgotten tales.
Fleeting chords of laughter, they dance in the air,
Wrapped in a hollow haze, that tells me you’re not there.
Oh, the moody whisper of the wind through the trees,
Brings back your laughter, echoes carried on the breeze.
With every step I take, I feel your ghost nearby,
Through the shadowed trails, where love learned to fly.
The restless murmur keeps pulling me back,
To the dreams we painted, on a fading track.
But the aching strings remind me of the cost,
Of a velvet dawn where all our colors lost.
So I'll strum these blues, let the heartbreak flow,
With the fleeting chords that only we would know.
And as the hollow haze wraps around my soul,
I’ll find a way to carry this weight, make it whole.
In the quiet of the night, I hear the song unfold,
A melody of memories, both tender and bold.
Though the shadows may linger, and time may betray,
I'll hold onto the music, it’ll never fade away.
Blues
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