Gray feathers float lightly,
Reflecting the tranquility on the lake surface in the early morning.
Your eyes, as light as smoke,
Seems to be telling,
The ancient stories and dreams.
You are a shadow in the morning mist,
Slipping quietly,
Not disturbing the silence of this moment.
In your gaze,
I see the gentleness and depth of nature.
Gray duck,
Your existence is a silent poem,
In every quiet morning,
Quietly,
Touching people's hearts.
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Brian Wong
Hello, I'm Brian Wong , a 29-year-old aspiring writer dedicated to weaving captivating stories that resonate with the depths of human experience.
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Your writing style is truly engaging..