In the softness of the night,
whispers stay,
carried on breezes that never fade away,
a world asleep under silver's glow.
The soul drifts gently where no winds blow.
Does someone remember a shadow past?
In tears and love,
memories cast.
A memory's embrace,
warm and near.
Through distant time, it lingers near.
In the silence of a tender place,
love finds its home,
a gentle trace.
A lotus boy in the warmth of streams,
feels the flow of forgotten dreams.
Under the stars, where the heart belongs,
life becomes a quiet song.
In the coolness of night's deep hue,
the soul seeks love always true.
A memory's embrace,
warm and near.
Through distant time, it lingers here.
In the silence of a tender place,
love finds its home, a gentle trace.
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