A lonely willow by the river bends, Its leaves like tears where time suspends. An old man sits beneath its shade, Recalling vows that fortune swayed. He whispers to the passing breeze, Of youth spent chasing distant seas. The wind responds with rustled sighs, As silver moon begins to rise. Two fireflies dance in twilight’s gleam, Weaving through his fading dream. Their fleeting light, a gentle spark, Ignites the dark beside the bark. The river flows, both deep and wise, Reflecting stars in li...
