# The Moonlit River

By [Untitled](https://paragraph.com/@0xf8fcd19ca22fcb2ddee609512bf4f302fc8858e2-2) · 2025-08-25

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A silver ribbon winds through sleeping hills,

Where cold stars dance on liquid, swirling light.

A lone boat drifts, the night so deep and still,

While distant temple bells take flight.

My thoughts like autumn leaves are borne afar,

On waters that both timeless and renew.

I gaze upon that bright, unshifting star,

And wonder if you miss this view.

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*Originally published on [Untitled](https://paragraph.com/@0xf8fcd19ca22fcb2ddee609512bf4f302fc8858e2-2/the-moonlit-river)*