In ethereal passage, where shadows play,
A ghostly nocturne drifts softly away,
With every note, a tale of the night,
A haunting melody, cloaked in soft light.
The drifting prelude calls from afar,
Echoes of longing, like a distant star,
Beneath the moon’s soft gaze, secrets unfold,
In whispers of stories long left untold.
A forgotten hymn wakes the slumbering trees,
In the arms of the evening, a gentle breeze,
With a weeping violin that sings of despair,
It weaves through the twilight, weaving the air.
The fading requiem bleeds into the dawn,
As dreams take their flight, and nightlights are drawn,
Celestial chords embrace the new day,
Transforming the silence where shadows once lay.
Awaken the spirit, let the heart soar,
For in every ending, there’s room to explore,
So dance with the echoes, let the music stay,
In the warming embrace of the light's bright array.
In the tapestry woven of night and of day,
Life’s ethereal passage will guide us our way.
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