In the heart of the moon’s gentle embrace,
A lonely willow weeps in the quiet night.
Beneath its branches, secrets are laid bare,
An old man ponders life’s endless fight.
He recalls the autumn’s fiery hue,
Now faded like youth’s fleeting dreams.
The river’s song, once vibrant and true,
Now whispers tales of lost gleams.
His heart echoes with ancient lore,
Of dragons dancing in skies so high.
Yet, as seasons turn evermore,
He finds himself standing before time’s relentless sigh.
In the silence of the pale moon’s glow,
An old man contemplates life’s ebb and flow.
Beneath the willow, his thoughts freely flow,
To the river’s gentle, ceaseless echo.
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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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