Beyond the whispering willow's boughs,
the tails of roses entwined in promise.
The rosary of droplets upon emerald leaves,
each encasing tales of yore unfold.
Curved shells gleam, wisdom curved from age—
split journeys creating thousands of paths.
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Though beneath mantle rocks they trod,
they know their sirens only too well.