...behind her lay the ash and stormy sea,
She stepped into a world forever free.
Where golden rivers flow towards the lea,
And ancient weeping willows cease to dree.
No longer bound by chains of destiny,
She rests beneath a bright and timeless tree.
The singingbird shares a peaceful decree,
In this new dawn, she found her jubilee.
The woodlark soared above the silver knee,
Its music ringing pure and wild and free.
No longer chased by shadows on the spree,
It claimed the heavens as its victory...
Kayıt Tarihi : 17.06.2026 08:32:00
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