In twilight's tender glow, where shadows blend,
A river weeps its tales of love and loss,
The echoes of a heart that must unbend,
In symphonies of silence, dreams emboss.
Oh, beauty fragile as a petal's fall,
A whisper weaving through the evening's grace,
In stillness wrapped, the world begins to stall,
Each sigh a note that time cannot erase.
The stars appear, like guardians of night,
They bear witness to the tears that form and fade,
A cascade of emotions takes its flight,
In every solitude, a serenade.
With heavy hearts, we gather in the round,
To honor what is lost, and what remains,
In melodies of fondness, we're renowned,
Yet in this symphony, we bear our chains.
But by the river's edge, hope finds a way,
With every heartbeat, longing starts to flow,
The beauty of the dawn will chase away
The shadows of our past, and softly grow.
So let the notes resound through vale and hill,
A requiem for those who’ve come to pass,
In life’s vast tapestry, we bend, we thrill,
Yet through the stillness, strength and peace we amass.
As daylight's first embrace ignites the sky,
The weight of sorrow lifts, we breathe anew,
The tapestry of life, both low and high,
In every twist, a promise to pursue.
A last refrain, a whisper on the breeze,
In the heart's quiet cadence, we find our place,
For in lament, we learn to bend our knees,
And find the beauty held in time's embrace.
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