In the hush of evening's breath,
Where shadows dance on faded dreams,
A delicate thread of sorrow weaves,
Through echoes lost, or so it seems.
Cascading notes, a wistful tune,
Softly played upon the breeze,
Like whispers caught in silver light,
Each sigh released with gentle ease.
The stars awaken, one by one,
A canvas brushed in muted hues,
As twilight paints the sky with grief,
And every heartache softly coos.
Yet in this symphony of night,
A beauty blooms amidst the pain,
We find the grace in every tear,
And cherish joy where love had lain.
The moon, a guardian overhead,
Illuminates the path we tread,
With echoes of our lost lament,
In every note that’s softly said.
A dance of shadows, a tale retold,
In delicate strains of reverie,
For though the light may dim and fade,
Love lingers on, eternally.
So let the twilight's lullaby
Cradle all our whispered fears,
In the symphony of parting time,
We find our solace through the years.
When morning breaks, may we have learned,
To treasure both the bright and gray,
For life’s sweet song, with every turn,
Is a symphony that leads the way.
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