Illuvial Circadian

Black as White

Bothersome Sophistication

In the depths of silence, shadows dance,
Where echoes of night find their chance,
Stars above, distant and bright,
Guide lost souls through endless night.

Time's river flows, relentless and cold,
Through memories, both young and old,
Whispers of dreams in the moonlight's glow,
Lost in the vastness, where time moves slow.

The echo of laughter, a ghostly sound,
In the empty spaces where silence is found,
Footsteps fade on the pavement's art,
Leaving imprints on a weary heart.

Midnight's secrets, wrapped in mystery,
A tapestry woven with ancient history,
In the echoes of night, we find our song,
A melody ancient, yet eternally strong.

In the quiet corners of the mind,
Echoes of night, elusive to find,
Yet in the stillness, they softly speak,
Of stories written in shadows, dark and sleek.

Glimmers of hope in the endless black,
Where echoes of night gently lack,
A symphony of stars, a cosmic sight,
Guiding us through the eternal night.

Bothersome Sophistication

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