A silver moon drifts on the river’s flow, While whispers dance where willow branches sway. A lonely boatman sings a song of old, As stars above reflect the night’s cold glow. His oars dip gently, breaking dreams apart, Each ripple tells a tale of lost embrace. The current carries memories away, Yet traces linger in the water’s heart. Far off, a bridge where lovers used to meet, Now stands in silence, wrapped in misty grace. The world sleeps on, but still the river sighs— A timeless journey th...