In the twilight where the shadows play,
I found a whisper in the fading day,
Dusty dreams on a tattered street,
With rusty colors beneath my feet.
Moonlight heart, can you feel the space?
Where silent wings carry me through this place,
Vintage pain in a photograph,
It lingers still, like a forgotten laugh.
Wandering light dances on the ground,
Searching for echoes of the lost and found,
Each note a memory we can’t reclaim,
But the sweetness lingers in the back of my brain.
Chasing the wind in a child’s embrace,
The world is vast, yet I search for grace,
A canvas painted with the hues of time,
Every heartbeat echoes like a whispered rhyme.
As the evening wraps its arms around,
In the silence, familiar music resounds,
With every brush stroke, a story untold,
Where love and longing forever unfold.
In the stillness after storm clouds fade,
We find the peace that we once portrayed,
Dusty dreams and a world so wide,
Within our hearts is where they abide.
So hold onto the moments that slip away,
They shimmer softly like the end of day,
With silent wings, we’ll rise above,
In dusty dreams, we’ll find our love.
Indie
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