In the dusky breeze, where the shadows play,
I hear the whispers of the night, calling me to stay.
Wrapped in the smoky shimmer, beneath the waning light,
The velvet chords of memory, echo on through the night.
A shadowed ache is lifted, a weight that lingers deep,
Lost in the weary hum, where dreams refuse to sleep.
The trembling rhythm guides me, through streets of empty souls,
In a world where sorrow's melody, dances with rock and rolls.
The somber tides keep rolling, they wash my heart away,
Each wave a faded heartbeat, that time will never fray.
And as the night grows heavier, I can feel the pull inside,
A tender yet relentless, unbreakable, restless tide.
The dusky breeze holds secrets, the stories left untold,
Underneath this smoky shimmer, lies a heart that won't grow old.
These velvet chords surround me, wrapping tight like an embrace,
In a bluesy kind of sorrow, finding strength in every trace.
So I'll walk this path of shadows, where the aching never ends,
With the rhythm of my heartbeat, writing lines like wayward friends.
In the dark, I'll find my solace, let the weary hum reside,
For in this dusky breeze, I know I’ll never hide.
And as the final echoes fade, I’ll dance with shadows near,
This blues is my confession, singing loud for all to hear.
In the dusky breeze I find it, my heart learns how to strive,
For every note and whisper, reminds me I'm alive.
Blues
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