In the hush of twilight's breath, where whispers weave through trees,
We gather 'neath the silver sky, carried by the gentle breeze.
The meadow dances, petals sway, with earthy rhythms in our souls,
And the peaceful chords of nature play as the evening softly rolls.
With quiet hearts and laughter warm, we share our rustic tales,
Of golden moments, spun like threads, through olden sun-kissed trails.
The fire crackles, embers glow, as shadows stretch and fade,
In this embrace of night and dreams, our worries start to jade.
Hold my hand, we'll wander far, where the wildflower grows,
With every step, our spirits rise, like rivers that gently flow.
The constellations guide us near, like secrets told in light,
Through starlit nights, we find our place, our hearts forever bright.
The crickets sing their lullabies beneath the vast expanse,
While we lose ourselves in melodies, in this sweet, unspoken dance.
As time drifts softly down the lane, and the stars begin to wane,
We'll cradle all these memories, like whispers in the rain.
So let us cherish what we've found beneath this endless sky,
In every breeze and every note, our souls will never die.
For when the morning breaks anew, with the sun's first gentle glow,
We'll hold these starlit nights so close, in the warmth of love we know.
Folk
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