In the quiet of the evening, where the shadows softly play,
I wandered down a winding path where memories overlay.
With each step, I felt the echoes of a love I used to know,
Underneath a canopy of stars, where gentle breezes blow.
The whispers of the night surround me, calling out my name,
A melody of laughter, wrapped in warmth and soft acclaim.
The silver moonlight dances lightly, casting tales upon the ground,
As I trace the steps of all we had, in the silence, I am bound.
Oh, the hill that holds our secrets, where we shared our dreams so bold,
With every sigh, my weary heart learns to let the past unfold.
Through the rustling leaves and twinkling lights, my soul begins to mend,
In the tapestry of twilight, every beginning meets its end.
So I linger here a moment, beneath the vast and endless sky,
With the love that once illuminated, like constellations high.
Though the road may stretch before me, I will carry on my quest,
For every hill and whispered secret, is a memory, a nest.
As the stars begin to shimmer, painting stories of the night,
I believe in new tomorrows, guiding me toward the light.
Though the shadows may grow longer, in the stillness I remain,
Finding peace among the echoes, learning joy from all the pain.
And when the morning greets me gently, with a brush of golden rays,
I'll walk that path with open heart, through the laughter and the haze.
For the whispers on the hill will guide me, into each new dawn's embrace,
With a soul that dances freely, finding solace in its place.
Folk
Hill, path, stars, whisper, soul