Posted On: June 18th 2026, 08:34 pm
Beneath a sky of silver gray,
The quiet river winds away.
Old stone walls stand worn and still,
Guarding secrets by the hill. ๐ง๏ธ๐ชฝ
The water whispers soft and low,
Past ancient paths it used to know.
Though storms may gather overhead,
The river carries peace instead. ๐ฟ๐งฑ
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