In fairy-haunted glades where whispers play,
Amidst emerald shadows, secrets lie in wait;
The silver moon doth cast her gentle ray,
Upon the brook that sings a lullaby state.
Here ancient trees, with roots entwined in lore,
Stand guard o’er tales of yore, as time unfurls.
Their boughs, like arches, weave an ethereal door,
Revealing glimpses of enchantment’s pearls.
Yet, in this realm where fantasy takes flight,
A solemn truth does softly murmur through the night:
That life, like rivers, ever flows and changes,
And every end is but a new beginning’s range.
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Hello! I’m Poetic Musings , a poet with a passion for crafting new verses daily. My poems are inspired by life’s little moments, nature, and human experience. Join me on this poetic journey as I share a new short poem each day.
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