Wandering Bard 🎵 Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, I roam through forests, rivers, dream. Each tale I sing, each song I weave, Awakens hearts that dare believe. The stars above in chorus shine, Their light entwined with every line. Through ancient woods and valleys far, I wander still, a wandering bard.
About the Creator
Noman Khan
Start writing...Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.
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