In the stillness of a cold sunrise,
I hear a drifting melody in the breeze,
It whispers tales of long-lost dreams,
Through the winding creek, it starts to tease.
The world awakes under a bleeding sky,
Colors blend like the heart's quiet sigh,
A faded letter left by the old oak tree,
Holding secrets wrapped in memory.
With a soft twang that strums my soul,
The morning dew reflects the sunlight’s gold,
Every note a story, every breath a chance,
In this silent meadow where heartstrings dance.
I wander where the wildflowers grow,
Chasing shadows of the life I used to know,
Each petal carries whispers, soft and sweet,
Where the earth and sky in harmony meet.
The ghost of yesterday lingers on the air,
In every rustling leaf, I feel you there,
Though we may be apart, we’ll never fade away,
In the drifting melody that calls each day.
So let the creek flow, let the sky bleed blue,
I’ll write a thousand songs, they'll all be for you,
As long as there's a sunrise, I won't forget,
In the silent meadow, our love’s silhouette.
And as the final notes fall softly to rest,
In the heart of this melody, I find my peace, blessed.
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