Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets to the tide. On distant shores, the willow branches sway, As stars above dance in the night’s array. A lonely boat drifts with the current’s grace, Leaving no mark upon the water’s face. The fisherman sings a melody old and deep, While mountains slumber in their starlit sleep. Oh, timeless stream, where do your journeys end? Carrying dreams around each winding bend. The moon reflects—a pearl of purest light, Gu...
