Beneath the willow’s gentle sway, A lonely scholar starts to day. The moon, a pearl in midnight deep, Guards secrets that the mountains keep. He reads by lantern’s fading light, While stars embroider cloths of night. The breeze brings tales from ancient times— Of lost loves etched in fading rhymes. A crane takes flight past lonely towers, Circling through the silent hours. The river flows to distant shores With dreams that knock on destiny’s doors. No words are spo...
