In the hush before the dawning light,
Whispers weave through the shadows of night,
With each breath, the stars softly decay,
A cadence lost as twilight slips away.
From the heart of the heavens, a sigh,
A melody of dreams that could not fly,
The echoes of longing, like fragile song,
In the tapestry of where we belong.
Beneath the vault where the nightingale weeps,
And the moon in its silence, forever keeps,
A story of love, both tender and raw,
In the canvas of time, where souls once thaw.
As we trace the lines of an ancient scroll,
Finding solace in the tears of the whole,
Each note a reflection, each pause a plea,
In the symphony’s heart, yearning to be free.
Yet with the dawn comes a shimmering grace,
Each ray a promise of hope's sweet embrace,
And though the lament may forever remain,
In the light of the morn, we rise once again.
So let the prelude of starlit despair
Give way to the brightness, and all that's laid bare,
For in every sorrow, a new song is drawn,
In the cadence of life, we welcome the dawn.
Thus, under the heavens, we find our refrain,
In the cycle of sorrow, joy mingles with pain,
With every sunrise, a chance to renew,
In the heart of existence, love’s melody true.
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Prelude, celestial, lament, cadence, dawn