In the hush of night where shadows play,
Stillness blankets all, a soft ballet,
The moon weeps silver tears upon the ground,
In beauty's hold, the heartache swirls around.
Whispers of longing weave through the air,
As echoes of moments drift with gentle care,
A serenade sung by the stars up high,
Each note a remembrance, a soft, tender sigh.
Beneath the arching trees, the silence weeps,
Resonance of sorrow in the darkness sleeps,
Yet in the quiet, there's a strange delight,
In every heartbeat, there's a spark of light.
Though shadows loom large and hearts may break,
From the ashes of sorrow, new dreams awake,
In the tapestry woven with threads of the night,
We find our solace amidst the twilight.
So let the nocturne embrace us anew,
In the beauty of stillness, a promise rings true,
For even in lament, there's a grace to be found,
In the whispers of night, we are eternally bound.
As the dawn approaches, the shadows shall fade,
Yet the resonance lingers, the memories made,
In the heart’s quiet chambers, love’s echoes return,
Cradled in stillness, forever we yearn.
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Nocturne, lament, stillness, beauty, resonance