Golden hour whispers secrets through the trees,
A quiet hum carries dreams on the breeze.
I wander down this chilly, lonely walk,
Where shadows of the day begin to talk.
The shimmering sky paints stories up above,
Each cloud a canvas dipped in hope and love.
With every step, I hear a silent rhythm play,
Echoes of the past that never fade away.
The sun dips low, casting gold on my heart,
In this moment, I feel the world apart.
A wistful breeze stirs memories, bittersweet,
Reminding me of every life we dared to meet.
In alleyways where laughter used to dwell,
I chase the ghosts, but they won't say farewell.
The twilight dances softly, wrapping dreams in light,
Holding hidden hope close as we say goodnight.
And as the stars arrange their cosmic show,
I gather all the pieces that I thought I’d let go.
With every tick of time, each sigh and every glance,
I find a way to hold on, to this timeless dance.
So let the golden hour melt into the past,
In the quiet hum of night, our memories will last.
For even when the road feels winding and steep,
I’ll carry hidden hope, and in my heart, I'll keep.
In the shimmer of the night, I breathe in deep,
Life flows like a river, through its currents, we leap.
The day may fade away, but dreams never stall,
We’ll walk together, through it all, through it all.
Indie
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