In twilight's soft embrace, we glide,
With whispers dancing on the breeze,
A world where shadow and light reside,
In harmony of hearts, we find our ease.
The stars, like jewels, unfold the night,
As we transcend on the floor of dreams,
Each step, a whisper, an artful flight,
In a ballet woven with silver seams.
Underneath the crescent's gaze so clear,
A serenade of love fills the air,
With every note, we conquer fear,
In this moment, all burdens we wear.
Delicate fingers trace the sky,
With every twirl, we invite the dawn,
And in this dance, we learn to fly,
As the echoes of the night are drawn.
The elegance of movement, a sacred bond,
We write our stories in the stars above,
Through every turn, we are forever fond,
Lost in the rhythm of timeless love.
As the final notes begin to fade,
The whispers linger, soft and sweet,
In the balance of joy and serenade,
Together, we find our rest, complete.
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