A whisper of rain on a window pane,
A silver thread, a soft refrain.
The city sighs, a muted hum,
While shadows lengthen, silently come.
A neon bloom in the twilight's hold,
A story whispered, never told.
The streetlights flicker, amber eyes,
Reflecting dreams and soft goodbyes.
A lonely saxophone, a mournful plea,
Drifts on the breeze, wild and free.
The heart remembers a tender ache,
For moments lost we cannot retake.
A paper moon, a fragile gleam,
Reflects in puddles, a watery dream.
The world is hushed, a velvet night,
Where stars ignite with gentle light.
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