I've been playing this song for days.

I love Ryan

I actually have no preference, but they're often mashed.

Beautiful!

Priceless.

I hate mice, but I love The Roaring Mouse.

In twilight’s hush, the wall becomes
a canvas brushed by setting sun—
two ghosts in silhouette, entwined,
a fleeting trace that love designed.

Tree limbs whisper, shadows bend,
a sacred pause where edges blend.
Stone and light, in silence play,
hold the warmth of yesterday.

Beneath the blaze of sinking light,
A cross stands tall in fading night.
The sky, aflame in gold and fire,
Whispers dreams that still aspire.

Shadows stretch, but hope stands true,
Framed by sea and endless hue.
In stillness deep, our hearts arise-
A silent prayer beneath the skies.