In the stillness of a silent sonnet,
Whispers weave through shadows' veil,
A fractured movement gently calling,
To the echoes where dreams grew pale.
Beneath the dome of midnight's symphony,
The stars align in sorrow's dance,
A weary melody softly yearning,
For the love that slipped through chance.
Oh, shimmering requiem of twilight,
Your beauty haunts the waking day,
In the lost crescendo of our longing,
Faded hopes drift far away.
A distant aria calls from beyond,
Its notes, a balm on weary seams,
Awakening the hearts that linger,
In the grip of shattered dreams.
The night unfolds, a canvas deep,
With colors brushed in sorrow’s hue,
Yet through the darkness, love sees light,
In every shadow chasing you.
As morning breaks with tender grace,
The echoes wane, but not in vain.
For every note once softly spoken,
Shall carry forth our sweet refrain.
So let the silence linger gently,
With every breath a promise sewn,
In echoes of an evernight,
We find the love we've always known.
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Silent sonnet, Fractured movement, Midnight symphony, Weary melody, Shimmering requiem, Lost crescendo, Distant aria