In the hush of the twilight, where the shadows grow long,
The open vistas beckon, whispering their song.
Through the forest echoes, where the secrets lie,
The wooden paths are calling, beneath the painted sky.
With every step, I wander, in this gentle embrace,
The heartfelt rhythms guide me, to a sacred place.
Where the sunlight dances, casting amber streaks,
And the warm sunsets cradle, the dreams that the heart seeks.
Rustic dreams are woven in the fabric of the night,
With gentle harmonies that flicker like starlight.
In the company of crickets, beneath the silver moon,
We’ll share our hopes and laughter, while the world hums a tune.
So let me take your hand, as we chase the day’s end,
Through the whispers of the forest, where the wildflowers blend.
With our spirits open wide, and our fears left behind,
In the echo of the twilight, our souls will be aligned.
As the horizon softens, and the dusk begins to fade,
We’ll treasure every moment, in the memories we've made.
For in the heart of nature, where the dreams always play,
We'll find a timeless beauty in the dawning of the day.
So here beneath the twilight, where the worlds will meet,
With every step we’re taking, life feels bittersweet.
Together we'll remember it, as the night draws near,
In the warmth of this connection, I’ll hold you ever dear.
Folk
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