In morning's light, where dreams transcend,
A fragile echo calls from yesterdays,
In gentle whispers, secrets blend,
As hope entwines with soft sun's rays.
Delicate echoes, a reverie's sigh,
Awakening spirit through misty air,
Notes are floating, like butterflies,
In a dance of love, both tender and rare.
How sweet the silence, the heart's refrain,
A melody woven, a tale untold,
In twilight's arms, through joy and pain,
Each heartbeat sings of a love so bold.
With every shadow that softly sways,
And every petal that kisses the ground,
We breathe the promise of brighter days,
In the symmetry of souls that are bound.
So let this serenade rise above,
Illuminate pathways once lost in night,
For in each note, there echoes love,
As dawn renews the soft glow of light.
And as the moments begin to depart,
With grace, we find what our dreams have spun;
In symphonies whispered, we play our part,
And in this serenade, we have begun.
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