The Whispering Willow
A lone willow bends by the silent river, its branches tracing secrets on the water’s surface. An old fisherman rows slowly, his net cast into the shimmering twilight. He hums a tune forgotten by time, each note rippling through the evening mist. On the distant shore, a child chases fireflies, their golden glow flickering like tiny lanterns. The moon rises, painting the world in silver, as stories of ancient poets linger in the breeze. Nothing is truly lost—only waiting to be remembered under ...
The Whispering Willow
A lone willow bends by the silent river, its branches tracing secrets on the water’s surface. An old fisherman rows slowly, his net cast into the shimmering twilight. He hums a tune forgotten by time, each note rippling through the evening mist. On the distant shore, a child chases fireflies, their golden glow flickering like tiny lanterns. The moon rises, painting the world in silver, as stories of ancient poets linger in the breeze. Nothing is truly lost—only waiting to be remembered under ...
