Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lone wolf howls a timeless theme— The pines whisper a fading dream. An ancient tale the winds still keep Of lovers’ vows, both deep and steep, Who met where shadowy branches sweep And promised hearts forever deep. Now only needles softly fall To blanket stones beyond time’s call, While echoes drift beyond the wall Of nightingales’ last tender thrall. The river flows, the stars still burn— Some memories never shal...
