Wilfred- Szmer- Murmur
10 October 877
In the quiet twilight of the day's end,
Soft whispers of the wind begin to rise,
A gentle murmur, like a dear old friend,
Whose soothing presence never truly dies.
The rustling leaves, a symphony of sound,
Their secrets shared with those who care to hear,
A melody that dances all around,
Enchanting all who have an open ear.
The murmur of the brook, a gentle stream,
Its waters flowing calmly on their way,
A peaceful lullaby, a tranquil dream,
That carries all our worries far away.
Oh, sweet murmur, in your gentle grace,
You bring a sense of calm to every place.
3/27/2024
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