In drifting adagio, dreams take flight,
Beneath the fading glow of a dying light.
A ghostly refrain dances through the air,
Each note a memory, a lingering prayer.
Crimson skies bleed into twilight's embrace,
Echoes of love in this melancholic space.
With stolen chords that elude the dawn,
A fractured serenade, a heart withdrawn.
In shadows where silence softly weeps,
The melody stirs as the nighttime creeps.
Each whisper a sigh from a distant shore,
Where longing resides, forevermore.
As stars unravel their celestial tales,
The moonlight weaves through the silvered veils.
With every heartbeat, the story unfolds,
Of dreams once cherished and love that holds.
In the twilight, fragile hopes intertwine,
As shadows of past in the ether align.
And though the melodies may fade and depart,
The echoes will linger deep within the heart.
For in the quiet, where emotions reside,
The whispers remain, like waves on the tide.
A tapestry woven of joy and of pain,
In the stillness, we find all that's gained.
So let the last notes linger on the breeze,
As we hold fast to our memories with ease.
In drifting adagio, we find our way,
Through ghostly refrains, where the heart shall stay.
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Drifting adagio, Ghostly refrain, Celestial melody, Fractured serenade, Stolen chords, Melancholy whispers, Dying light