In the twilight's grip, where the shadows play,
Wandering whispers call me, leading me astray,
Through the midnight haze, where the secrets lie,
I hear those dusky notes, like a soft lullaby.
The aching breeze is singing, a tune so bittersweet,
Each weary chord a memory, beneath the tired street,
Velvet shadows dancing, in a silent embrace,
I’m lost in a tremble, in this melancholic space.
Those trembling shimmers flicker, in the night’s soft glow,
Fading echoes linger, of the love I used to know,
But the starlit sky is cold, and the night won’t stay,
So I’ll keep on wandering, till the dawn breaks the gray.
With every step I take, the past fades away,
Yet the heartache lingers on, in this endless play,
The moon’s a quiet witness, to the tales we weave,
In the arms of the darkness, it's so hard to believe.
Still, I’ll keep on moving, through this endless night,
With the whispers in the wind, guiding me to the light,
Each note a reminder, of what once was mine,
I’ll find my way back home, where the weary hearts entwine.
As the day breaks gently, the shadows slip away,
I’ll carry those memories, but I won’t let them stay,
For in the morning's ache, I’ll find my peace at last,
In the warmth of the sunrise, I’ll leave the night in the past.
Blues
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