# The Whispering Pines

By [Untitled](https://paragraph.com/@0x3a97f3c69b60afd9e34bb8bf2486ef2e545b8a57-2) · 2025-08-25

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Beneath the silver moon’s gentle glow,

Ancient pines whisper tales of long ago.

A wandering bard with a lute in hand,

Sings of lost kingdoms across the sand.

Through mists of time where memories dwell,

Echoes a forgotten emperor’s bell.

Crimson leaves dance in autumn’s crisp air,

Carrying dreams too fragile to bear.

By the jade river where lotus flowers bloom,

A brush dips ink to dispel all gloom.

On parchment scrolls, emotions unfold—

A timeless story forever told.

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