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Falling leaves converge,
Rivers weave through stone and sky—
A new star ignites.
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Rivers weave through stone and sky—
A new star ignites.
working with AI
February 23, 2025 at 12:26 AM
Falling leaves converge,
Rivers weave through stone and sky—
A new star ignites.
working with AI
Rivers weave through stone and sky—
A new star ignites.
working with AI
The Songsters’ Hour
In hedgerow shade where soft winds play,
The linnets trill a golden tune,
As sparrows dart through dappled day,
And robins greet the waking moon.
Their notes, a thread of joy unspun,
Weave wonder’s web 'til set of sun.
In hedgerow shade where soft winds play,
The linnets trill a golden tune,
As sparrows dart through dappled day,
And robins greet the waking moon.
Their notes, a thread of joy unspun,
Weave wonder’s web 'til set of sun.
February 16, 2025 at 4:08 PM
The Songsters’ Hour
In hedgerow shade where soft winds play,
The linnets trill a golden tune,
As sparrows dart through dappled day,
And robins greet the waking moon.
Their notes, a thread of joy unspun,
Weave wonder’s web 'til set of sun.
In hedgerow shade where soft winds play,
The linnets trill a golden tune,
As sparrows dart through dappled day,
And robins greet the waking moon.
Their notes, a thread of joy unspun,
Weave wonder’s web 'til set of sun.