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  • Song That Stops the River

    Her flute rose softly at first,
    a ribbon of breath shaped into light
    and the river, rushing with its ancient urgency,
    paused mid-current,
    turning its silver face toward her
    as if time itself wished to listen.

    The mountains stirred from their deep sleep.
    stone bones humming with wonder.
    They straightened their silhouettes
    against the sky,
    lifting their grand shoulders
    to catch every wandering note
    that drifted through the dusk.

    Across the valley, blossoms awakened
    petals trembling open
    in colors the night had never seen.
    Butterflies spun in circles of gold and blue.
    drawn forward by the echo
    that brushed their wings
    like a warm, familiar hand.

    And when her final note unfurled
    into the quiet evening air,
    The earth held its breath
    for in that single song
    She carried the memory of old spirits.
    the heartbeat of the land,
    and the power to make all creation
    stop, listen,
    and bloom.

    Art by Serin Alar
    Song That Stops the River Her flute rose softly at first, a ribbon of breath shaped into light and the river, rushing with its ancient urgency, paused mid-current, turning its silver face toward her as if time itself wished to listen. The mountains stirred from their deep sleep. stone bones humming with wonder. They straightened their silhouettes against the sky, lifting their grand shoulders to catch every wandering note that drifted through the dusk. Across the valley, blossoms awakened petals trembling open in colors the night had never seen. Butterflies spun in circles of gold and blue. drawn forward by the echo that brushed their wings like a warm, familiar hand. And when her final note unfurled into the quiet evening air, The earth held its breath for in that single song She carried the memory of old spirits. the heartbeat of the land, and the power to make all creation stop, listen, and bloom. Art by Serin Alar
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