In the cool of the dusky breeze,
I hear the whispers of the night,
A smoky hum drifts through the trees,
Calling echoes from a forgotten fight.
The shadows dance in tender light,
While the world fades into gray,
In a hollow dawn, our dreams take flight,
But the velvet sorrow is here to stay.
With every step, I feel the pain,
Fleeting strings strum songs of old,
Somber tone wrapped in the rain,
Lost in stories that were never told.
Midnight echoes in my mind,
Each note a ghost that haunts my soul,
Searching for what we left behind,
In this empty space, I'm losing control.
When the morning comes, will we still roam,
Through the memories spun in silver threads?
Will the dusky breeze guide us home,
Or leave us wandering where silence dreads?
The smoky hum fades into the dawn,
As we trace the footprints of our cries,
In the velvet sorrow, I am drawn,
To the beauty that breaks and never dies.
So I'll play these blues until the end,
For in each line, a piece of me bleeds,
In the twilight's embrace, my heart will mend,
Finding solace in the warmth of the reeds.
With midnight echoes ringing true,
And fleeting strings whispering our song,
I’ll carry the love that once we knew,
In the dusky breeze, where we belong.
Blues
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