A whispered story begins among the trees (A)
A dance of leaves, in shadows, secrets play (B)
Nature's verses sung in the wind's soft hymns (A)
The murmurs tell of ancient kin (A)
A symphony composed of branch sway (B)
A whispered tale begins among the trees (A)
The river hums a lullaby within (A).
A melody that weaves through night and day (B)
Nature's verses sung in the soft hymns of the wind (A)
The moonlight paints the canvas of the Glen (A)
A tranquil scene where dreams are free to roam (B)
A whispered tale begins among the trees (A)
In the dew-kissed dawn, as daylight approaches (A)
The flora awakens, a chorus in array (B)
Nature's verses sung in the wind's soft hymns (A)
The story unfolds as the seasons change. (A)
A timeless script that will never betray you (B)
A whispered story begins among the trees (A)
Nature's verses are sung in the wind's soft hymns (A)
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Caleb Wamwanga
Calleb Wamwanga, a mass Communicator, expert at composing compelling stories.
Passionate about narration, mass media, and efficient communication.
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I found myself drawn back to that sacred room in the middle of the night, its atmosphere steeped in a hallowed serenity. The lone lamp cast a soft glow, revealing a world frozen in time. Shadows entwined themselves in the delicate embrace of moonlit beams, dancing with ethereal grace. The room, a sanctum of contemplation, held the resonance of countless narratives etched on the worn pages of journals and immortalized in sepia-toned photographs. These relics, strewn across the aged wooden floor, appeared to be Neolithic era artifacts, each telling its own story.
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This was a wonderful Villanelle! Loved it so much!