By the flickering light of an ancient lamp,
Soft shadows sway like whispers,
Treasures of a bygone era unfurl,
Each flicker a breath from the past,
Capturing the essence of what once was.

By the twinkling waters of an ancient river,
Time drapes itself over the stones,
Where laughter and sorrow converge,
Flowing gently, glistening beneath the stars,
A testament to stories woven through...