Where the Bamboo Bends

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The paved path winds in quiet stone,

Beneath the bamboo’s graceful bend,

A world where hours feel soft, unknown,

Where hurried footsteps gently end.

　　Thin, slender leaves whisper low,

　　Catching the cool and filtered light,

　　While shadows dance in steady flow

　　To brush away the morning's weight.

Beyond the grove, a teal bridge stands,

A quiet threshold arching high,

Bridging the years like distant lands

Under a pale and peaceful sky.

　　We walk along this sheltered lane

　　Where leaves remember every breeze,

　　And feel the quiet pull again

　　Of moments preserved among the trees.

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