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Whispers of the Midnight Heart.
In the shroud of night, where stars dare not gleam,
A hidden hamlet thrives, a spectral dream.
Yet, midst of the obsidian, a glimmer appears,
Two souls conjoined, as celestial spheres.
The moon, a luminous vessel afar,
guides their odyssey, a voyage to the stars.
In this realm of the lost and lorn,
Love emerges at the break of dawn.
They clasp in the shadows, a clandestine cove,
In darkness profound, where secrets rove.
Fear, pain, and torment, they softly dismiss,
In each other's embrace, a realm of pure bliss.
This saga unfolds, a nocturnal ballet,
In the tapestry of night, they find their way.
For love is a beacon, in darkness it thrives, In their tender union, two dreamers' lives.
© Plasmagrapes
A hidden hamlet thrives, a spectral dream.
Yet, midst of the obsidian, a glimmer appears,
Two souls conjoined, as celestial spheres.
The moon, a luminous vessel afar,
guides their odyssey, a voyage to the stars.
In this realm of the lost and lorn,
Love emerges at the break of dawn.
They clasp in the shadows, a clandestine cove,
In darkness profound, where secrets rove.
Fear, pain, and torment, they softly dismiss,
In each other's embrace, a realm of pure bliss.
This saga unfolds, a nocturnal ballet,
In the tapestry of night, they find their way.
For love is a beacon, in darkness it thrives, In their tender union, two dreamers' lives.
© Plasmagrapes
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