Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, A lonely traveler follows a fading stream. The pines whisper secrets old and deep, As weary souls find solace in their sleep. Through misty valleys, shadows dance, Guiding his heart with gentle chance. A distant bell tolls midnight’s reign, Washing the world with gentle rain. He recalls a voice from summers past, When love was built forever to last. Now autumn leaves in crimson fall, Answering memory’s silent call. Yet in the stillness, hope takes flight—...
