# The Whispering Pines

By [Untitled](https://paragraph.com/@0xbd6fd0bbce5574bb15d6ef193042fd3192cf13ae) · 2025-08-25

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Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam,

Where silent mountains guard the stream,

A lone wolf howls to stars above,

Echoing tales of timeless love.

An ancient oak with branches wide

Holds secrets it will never hide;

Its leaves like pages turned by breeze

Recount the dreams of centuries.

Two travelers on a dusty road

Shared stories as the twilight glowed,

Their laughter rang through valleys deep

While all the world was fast asleep.

The river flows to distant lands

And washes over shifting sands,

Yet in its current, clear and free,

Lies all of time’s mystery.

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