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In a quiet town, beneath a moonlit veil, A whisp

In a quiet town, beneath a moonlit veil, A whisper wandered, soft as a gentle tale. Through the trees where shadows danced and played, A lone traveler on a path, unafraid. He sought a secret garden, known by few, Where the stars in bloom held a mystical hue. With each step, the night air shimmered bright, Guiding him forward through the tranquil night. In the heart of the garden, a fountain stood, Its waters like silver, pure and good. Beneath its spray, a wish was made with care, A silent promise to the night air. As dawn approached with its golden grace, The garden faded, a hidden place. Yet the traveler carried a gentle light, A memory of magic, softly bright. ©twisha ray #magic #trnojo120 #storypoetry
In a quiet town, beneath a moonlit veil, A whisper wandered, soft as a gentle tale. Through the trees where shadows danced and played, A lone traveler on a path, unafraid. He sought a secret garden, known by few, Where the stars in bloom held a mystical hue. With each step, the night air shimmered bright, Guiding him forward through the tranquil night. In the heart of the garden, a fountain stood, Its waters like silver, pure and good. Beneath its spray, a wish was made with care, A silent promise to the night air. As dawn approached with its golden grace, The garden faded, a hidden place. Yet the traveler carried a gentle light, A memory of magic, softly bright. ©twisha ray #magic #trnojo120 #storypoetry
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