Though Linda dances through fields of gold,
brushing the fabric of stories untold.
Colors weave
in the fading light,
red and green blend into the night.
With every breeze,
the world takes flight,
whispers and silk
in the soft moonlight.
A dance of time where moments belong,
in the breeze I hear an ancient song.
Whispers and silk
carried by the wind,
draping the skies with colors that blend.
Through red and green,
through dusk and dawn,
the world goes on,
but the memory's strong.
She
walks with grace, her gown flows free.
In the air it twirls like a melody,
through wind it paints with every sigh,
a tapestry beneath the sky.
With
every breeze, the world takes flight,
whispers and silk in the soft moonlight.
A dance of time where moments belong,
in the breeze I hear an ancient song.
Whispers and silk carried by the wind,
draping the skies with colors that blend.
Through red and green,
through dusk and dawn,
the world goes on,
but the memory's strong.
The wind it calls, a story so old.
In every gust,
a mystery unfolds,
through colors kissed
by the setting sun.
The journey begins,
but never is done.
Whispers and silk carried by
the wind,
draping the skies with colors that blend.
Through red and green,
through dusk and dawn,
the world goes on,
but the memory's strong.