On the misty hillside, where the shadows play,
I find a winding trail that leads my heart away.
With every step I take, the past begins to fade,
Each wooden song I hear, a memory remade.
The twilight brings a hush, as night begins to fall,
A faded ember glows, igniting dreams that call.
In the silence of the dusk, I feel a longing deep,
For a love that slipped away, a promise made to keep.
Beneath the open horizon, where the stars align,
I chase the whispered tune that dances on the pine.
The soft breeze carries secrets, from the earth to sky,
In the stillness of the moment, I let out a sigh.
Every turn I take, leads back to where you were,
A tapestry of echoes, a heart so full of stir.
Yet in this gentle night, as crickets softly sing,
I find some peace within, in tender memories' ring.
The moonlight paints the world in shades of silver blue,
While the mist wraps 'round my heart, embracing me anew.
Though silent longing stirs, I know I must let go,
For in the whispered secrets, there’s beauty in the flow.
So I’ll walk this winding trail beneath the starlit dome,
For love is but a journey, that leads us safely home.
With each step forward taken, in evening’s soft embrace,
I’ll carry whispered dreams, and find a gentle place.
Folk
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