In the whispers of the evening, where the shadows softly creep,
The pine trees stand like guardians, keeping secrets they don’t keep.
Echoes of our laughter linger, dancing through the fading light,
Filling up the quiet spaces as we hold on through the night.
Dreams are woven in the twilight, colors blending into gray,
You and I, we chase the echoes, letting love light up the way.
In the stillness, our hearts shimmer, beating to a soft refrain,
Finding solace in the silence, healing every hidden pain.
Every breath a gentle promise, every glance a fleeting guide,
In the meadow, under moonlight, where the tender shadows hide.
Soul to soul, we walk together, through the paths of dusk and dawn,
In this twilight, you’re my anchor, in the moments we hold on.
As the stars begin to twinkle, painting dreams across the sky,
We’ll weave our stories in the pine trees, where the whispers softly lie.
Time may fade like distant echoes, but our love will linger still,
In the twilight's sweet embrace, we find our hearts, our wishes fulfilled.
So let the night wrap ‘round us gently, as we wander on our way,
Every whisper speaks of freedom, in the twilight’s soft ballet.
And when the morning finds us waking, with the sun willing to rise,
We’ll remember the sweet echoes of those dreams that filled our skies.
Folk
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