In the gathering dusk, the echos shiver
Through the siled wings of night, they dance
Within the hushed whispers, hear the river
Love's timeless wanderer/forgotten romance.
How softly she sways with delicate fragrance
The sweet melange of roses and long-lost grace
Her sigh just an echo Within the cadence
The breath of my longing carves empty space.
Beneath the silvered moon away her gaze
Stars tremble with tears yet glisten and glint
Beneath the midnight's gentle, forlorn haze
Hope offers solace, dreams fade without stint.
Each murmur reclines upon nocturne's edge
My heart entwined tender amidst moon's shade
Buffeted by abandon's soft burning pledge
Our fateful cadence casts us through serenade.
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