A veil of mist clung to the ancient willow tree, its weeping branches casting/draped/falling over a tranquil/still/serene pool. The air hummed/buzzed/sang with an unseen energy, and faint/soft/subtle whispers seemed to drift/float/wander on the breeze. Some said/believed/claimed these were the voices of long-lost/forgotten/ancient spirits, seeking/

زندگی نے سفر میں چل رہی ہے، اور اور چلتا جاتا ہے، جیسے وہ خواب کا زیادہ حصہ. میں کاش یہ جانتا کہ زندگی عشق کی جگہوں سے ملے ہوئے، ہر رنگ سُپر|جگا دیا ہے. آپ شکلات کا ہونا| کم| سُنہیں میں آنے والا، ی

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