In twilight's grace, the shadows sway,
A cadence stirs, where night meets day.
In every breath, a soft lament,
The beauty found in time well spent.
The moonlight casts its silver thread,
Where silent whispers softly spread,
In rustling leaves, the stories call,
A symphony that binds us all.
Through ancient woods with echoes borne,
In every heart, a love reborn.
As melodies of dreams take flight,
We dance beneath the stars' pure light.
With every note, a tale is spun,
Of souls entwined, the race well run.
In harmony, our spirits rise,
While time unveils its vast, bright skies.
In fleeting moments, truth revealed,
The cherished bonds that fate has sealed.
With hands entwined, in twilight's glow,
We'll find the peace that love bestows.
So let the music softly weave,
A tapestry of all we believe.
In symphonies of whispers sweet,
An elegy where hearts can meet.
As day gives way to night’s embrace,
We find our solace, our sacred place.
In every note, a story spun,
Together, we are ever one.
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Elegy, cadence, beauty, symphony, whispers