In twilight's haunting embrace we sway,
Where echoes of bygone dreams softly play,
A symphony woven in shadows of grace,
Each twirl a remembrance, a bittersweet trace.
Gentle whispers glide, like feathers on air,
Carrying tales of the lovers who dare,
With every spin, the world fades away,
Lost in the cadence, we dance through the gray.
The moon casts her light on the stage of our hearts,
As time pirouettes, and the silence imparts,
A ballet of moments, a fleeting delight,
Where sorrow meets beauty in the stillness of night.
With footsteps entwined in a delicate thread,
We wander through echoes, where angels once tread,
A tapestry woven of loss and of bliss,
In the art of the waltz, we discover our kiss.
As cascades of memories wash over our souls,
In this elegy tender, the music consoles,
Each note is a tear, a soft lullaby,
A promise that lingers as we softly sigh.
And as the last echoes of twilight now fade,
We cherish the dance that our spirits have made,
In the silence that follows, we find our reprieve,
For love is the waltz that we dare to believe.
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Elegy, cascade, waltz, echoes, ballet