Drifting melody, like a soft refrain,
Carried through the valleys and the whispering rain.
It's a cold morning, as the sun peeks through,
Painting all the world in a tender hue.
By the winding creek where the willows sway,
I hear the echoes of a bygone day.
Fading dream woven in a golden thread,
With memories lingered of the things we said.
As the bleeding sunset spills across the sky,
I find a soft twang in the breeze passing by.
A song of days gone, of laughter and tears,
Holding on tightly to the moments we shared.
With the twilight rising as the day takes flight,
We chase the moon along the path of the night.
In the silent dusk, where our shadows blend,
I know with this love, there's no need to pretend.
So let the fire burn as the stars come alive,
In a world made of whispers where our spirits thrive.
Tomorrow's just waiting, a promise of more,
Together we'll dance on that open shore.
With the drifting melody forever in my heart,
This journey is ours, we'll never drift apart.
And when shadows gather at the end of the day,
We'll hold to the whispers that never fade away.
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