In the gentle whisper of a shadowed hymn,
Where faded memories linger and dim,
Lost in the echoes of forsaken elegy,
A dance of sorrow, a muted symphony.
Wandering lullabies drift on the air,
Weaving through moments, both tender and rare,
With echoing chords that strike at the heart,
A canvas of longing, where dreams shall impart.
Beneath the twilight, on a starlit shore,
We find the remnants of those who were before,
Their voices rise softly, a haunting refrain,
In the fading harmonics, both joy and pain.
A weary passage through night’s tender veil,
Guided by whispers of a soft, silent tale,
The stars bear witness to each lonely sigh,
As hope comes alive in the tears of the sky.
When dawn awakens, and shadows depart,
These echoes of evening will linger in heart,
For in the embrace of twilight’s gentle grace,
We find our solace, our eternal place.
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