In the echo of a drifting serenade,
Where shadows dance and memories fade,
A ghostly refrain within the air,
Calls forth the silence, weary and bare.
As twilight wraps the fading light,
A celestial interlude grips the night,
Stars are scattered like broken dreams,
Each glimmer captured in silvery seams.
With a fractured melody softly sung,
'Tis the song of the heart that once was young,
Oh, stolen whispers caress the breeze,
While we linger beneath the ancient trees.
The waltz of melancholy, slow and sweet,
Draws us closer where the past and present meet,
Two souls entwined in the shadowed glow,
A dance of sorrow, with nowhere to go.
In corners dark, where time stands still,
Echoes of laughter haunt, yet thrill,
Each note a tear, each chord a sigh,
As we sway beneath the vast midnight sky.
But the dying light bids us farewell,
In its embrace, we weave our spell,
Together we face the break of dawn,
The promises whispered, now heavily drawn.
So as we part with the night’s last breath,
Our stories linger beyond the death,
For in every whisper, a truth unfolds,
A tapestry of dreams forever told.
Thus, from drifting pages softly spun,
We write our verses, two hearts as one,
And in the twilight where shadows fight,
We find our peace in the whispers of the night.
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Drifting serenade, Ghostly refrain, Celestial interlude, Fractured melody, Stolen whispers, Melancholy waltz, Dying light