A lone willow bends by the silent river, Its branches tracing verses on the water’s glass. An old fisherman rows through the mist, Humming a tune from a forgotten past. Moonlight spills like silver onto the stones, Where a poet once sighed for dreams undone. The wind carries whispers of ancient tales— Of love lost and battles won. Two fireflies dance in the cool night air, Weaving light into a fleeting song. They glow for a moment, brief and bright, Then vanish where they belong. Dawn will co...
