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- Aged Trees -
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From a land faraway,
Tiny bells chimed and nightingales chirruped.
The sea shimmered and glistened at noon.
A lone whale travelled,
Lightly humming a tune,
Along the sparkling trail,
Of a bright-sounding melody.
The Great Marine,
Very much serene,
Where tears that had once drifted,
Dissipated to nothingness.
The air is thin,
As if delicate petals,
That were made from crystals.
The land of dreams,
That was.
Where boats,
Or ships,
Were witnessed by none.