A tale unfolds where ancient willows weep, Their branches tracing secrets dark and deep. A traveler paused beneath the leafy shade, Where whispers of the past began to fade. He heard a voice, a murmur on the breeze, That spoke of long-forgotten mysteries. Of lovers’ vows etched into aging bark, And promises that vanished with the dark. The wind carried a sigh, a mournful sound, As fallen leaves like memories swirled around. He left that place with questions in his soul, Where silent stories f...
