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"Echoes Linger in the Bowers, where Sleep Softly Flowers"
In the silence of the night, whispers of stars alight,
Echoes of dreams take flight, in the velvet cloak of sight.
Moonbeams weave a silver thread, through the tapestry spread,
Where shadows dance upon the bed, as the weary soul is fed.
In the hush of twilight's sigh, where time and space comply,
Heartbeats sync with gentle grace, in this timeless space,
Where memories find their place, in the stillness we embrace.
Through the depths of darkest hours, where the mind empowers,
Echoes linger in the bowers, where sleep softly flowers.
In the quiet, let dreams unfold, tales yet to be told,
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"Echoes linger in the bowers, where sleep softly flowers. In the quiet, let dreams unfold, tales yet to be told," The last two lines. Very liked by me 😊.