In the hush of evening's grace,
A lilt of light begins to trace,
Through shadows deep and whispers bright,
A velvet counterpoint takes flight.
The moon ascends with silvered crown,
As colors dance in twilight's gown,
Nature’s breath, a frosted cadence,
In harmony, a sweet evanescence.
Voices lift, a whispered choral,
Echoes of dreams, forever oral,
In every note, a story spun,
Of timeless echoes, forever one.
An interlude of winding lanes,
Where softest hearts break through the chains,
With every step, the world suspended,
In symphonies of love unended.
The stars align in elegant rows,
As night reveals what daylight knows,
A tapestry of sounds so pure,
In every silence, we endure.
When morning grips the fading night,
And every shadow claims the light,
We find our paths, forever sewn,
In melodies we call our own.
Through seasons' change and whispered dreams,
The music flows in endless streams,
And as we breathe this fragile moment,
In solstice’s arms, we find our calling.
So let this song within us dwell,
A solstice melody, sweet and swell,
For in its depths, we are entwined,
In every heartbeat, love defined.
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Solstice Melody, Velvet Counterpoint, Frosted Cadence, Whispered Choral, Winding Interlude