The silver moon hangs o’er the tranquil lake, Where willow branches dance and gently sway. A lonely fisherman his boat doth take, To cast his net before the break of day. Upon the shore, a scholar sighs with grace, Reciting verses time cannot erase. His words like pearls fall in that sacred space, Where moonbeams kiss the water’s shimmering face. Two souls apart yet under heaven’s dome, Find solace in this night so far from home. The stars above in endless patterns roam, As whispers of the an...

The silver moon hangs o’er the tranquil lake, Where willow branches dance and gently sway. A lonely fisherman his boat doth take, To cast his net before the break of day. Upon the shore, a scholar sighs with grace, Reciting verses time cannot erase. His words like pearls fall in that sacred space, Where moonbeams kiss the water’s shimmering face. Two souls apart yet under heaven’s dome, Find solace in this night so far from home. The stars above in endless patterns roam, As whispers of the an...