In the whisper of a rusted breeze,
I can hear the aching hum,
Memories playing on the strings of night,
Where the shadowed glow is numb.
You danced like a faded photograph,
Underneath that velvet tide,
But now the trembling light just won’t break,
And the past feels like a smoky ache inside.
Dusky rain falls on the windowpane,
Each drop a tear, a silent plea,
Echoes of laughter fading slow,
As the world just drifts away from me.
Every heartbeat’s a bluesy tune,
Wrapped in the shadows of despair,
I’m searching for a silver lining,
But all I find is smoky air.
The streets are paved with ghostly dreams,
Whispers of love that cannot stay,
In the night, the restless blues are calling,
Yet the rusted breeze steals them away.
So I stand here in the midnight glow,
Feeling what I cannot change,
With a heart that beats a lonely song,
In this life that feels so strange.
But through the aching hum I’ll find my way,
Letting the dusky rain cleanse my soul,
For even in the tremors of the night,
There’s a light that makes the shadows whole.
As the smoky ache begins to fade,
And the velvet tide rises high,
I’ll embrace the rusted breeze with faith,
Knowing tomorrow will bring a brighter sky.
Blues
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