In twilight’s glow where dreams are spun,
The world ignites, the day is done,
With whispers soft from stars above,
An opus born of light and love.
In ether's breath, where shadows play,
A harmony in dusk's array,
The moon alights, a silver grace,
Illuminating each sacred space.
The night unveils its mystic art,
Each note a thread that warms the heart,
In silence deep, enchantments weave,
An ethereal dance that we believe.
In reveries, we find our peace,
As sorrows fade and sorrows cease,
A melody that holds us near,
In every chord, the world appears.
Through shadows dark, we find our way,
As nightingale begins to sway,
We’ll join the song, in sweet embrace,
Together lost in time and place.
With every beat, our spirits soar,
No longer bound, forevermore,
In twilight's arms, we’ve found our role,
This opus sings within the soul.
As dawn’s first light begins to creep,
Our hearts entwined with love so deep,
From twilight’s grace, new day shall rise,
A promise held beneath the skies.
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Opus, twilight, harmony, ethereal, grace