In twilight's soft embrace, I find my place,
Where shadows dance and linger in the night,
A melody blooms in a whispered grace,
Echoes of dreams reflecting silver light.
Each note entwined in a delicate throng,
Resonance swells like the tide's gentle kiss,
It weaves a tapestry, luminous and long,
A song of the heart, where silence meets bliss.
The moonlight spills over, kissing the ground,
Illuminating secrets in the still air,
In this symphony of night, pure and profound,
Every heartbeat gently whispers, unaware.
With every turn of fate, as moments unfold,
The fabric of longing is stitched with a sigh,
In the dance of shadows, tales of old,
A fugue of muted laughter, a soft goodbye.
Yet in the stillness, our spirits entwine,
Finding solace deep in the echoes we trace,
Though time marches forward, with purpose divine,
We’ll carry the music, the whispers of grace.
As stars wink above in their celestial play,
We drift through the night, where enchantments dwell,
A song without end, guiding us on our way,
In the timeless embrace of a shimmering spell.
So let the night pass, let the dawn take its throne,
As the world awakens with the light's sweet embrace,
In the depths of our hearts, this truth shall be sown,
In the fugue of our lives, we shall always find grace.
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