Crimson River, Silent Pines

• In the stillness of the evening glow,  
  Where shadows dance and whispers flow,  
  I wandered down the winding path,  
  With echoes of a heart’s soft laugh.  
  
  Through the field where wildflowers sway,  
  Beneath the moon’s enchanting ray,  
  A weathered voice calls out my name,  
  In melodies that feel the same.  
  
  Oh, the crimson river, it winds away,  
  Past silent pines where old dreams lay,  
  I trace the lines of memories lost,  
  In the beauty, I accept the cost.  
  
  Each step I take, the night unfolds,  
  Stories of wanderers and the bold,  
  In every sigh and every tear,  
  I find a love that’s ever near.  
  
  The silver stars, they guide me home,  
  Through the dark, I’m not alone,  
  With every heartbeat, I feel alive,  
  In the song of nature, we all survive.  
  
  So let the winds carry my song,  
  To the places where I belong,  
  For in the silence, life reveals,  
  The dreams we share, the heart that heals.  
  
  Where the crimson river flows so free,  
  In this fleeting world, just you and me,  
  We'll dance beneath the starlit skies,  
  Finding solace in love that never dies.  
  
  And as the dawn begins to break,  
  A promise made with every ache,  
  I’ll cherish all the paths we roam,  
  In silent pines, we’ve found our home.

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Crimson River, Silent Pines, Moonlit Field, Weathered Voice, Winding Path