A twilight cantata echoes through the air,
Where hollow resonance whispers secrets rare,
A restless opus plays in the still of time,
With every heartbeat, we dance in silent rhyme.
A lonely etude drifts on the midnight breeze,
While dreams entwine like branches of the trees,
Through broken motifs in the fabric of stars,
We seek the solace, though it’s written in scars.
Each note a tear in the weeping violin,
Capturing sorrows that dwell deep within,
Yet as the fading crescendo claims its right,
We find our solace in the heart of the night.
The shadows whisper stories of love and loss,
Carrying mourning, like a double-cross,
But from the silence, a new dawn shall arise,
As hope unfurls its wings beneath the skies.
Through the valleys and the peaks of our fate,
We weave our dreams, let the past abate,
For every sorrow is but a fleeting breath,
Reminding us gently of the beauty in death.
In twilight's embrace, we shall find our way,
With every note a homage to yesterday,
As the symphony fades, a promise we seal,
In the arms of the night, our hearts learn to heal.
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Twilight cantata, Hollow resonance, Restless opus, Lonely etude, Broken motif, Weeping violin, Fading crescendo