🕊️ Hill of Silent Passing
I climbed the ridge with fractured wings,
Where twilight spills through twisted rings.
Withered clover breathes faint and thin,
Veiled by mist that drifts within.
The scent of plums hangs low and still,
Down trails the years have left to chill.
Thin reeds whisper to the tide,
Smooth stones sleep where waters glide...06262026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805
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