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Requiem for the Wandering Soul - In the Sacred Grove Where Lost Spirits Find Rest - Poem Lyrics in English
In the sacred grove, where shadows gently wade,
A requiem for the wandering soul, a serenade.
Lost spirits find solace in the hallowed ground,
In the sacred grove, where whispers abound.
Ancient trees stand as silent sentinels tall,
As the wandering soul heeds the ethereal call.
Leaves rustle with tales of journeys untold,
In the sacred grove, where secrets unfold.
Moonlight bathes the grove in its silvery hue,
A requiem for the wandering soul, so true.
Echoes of footsteps in the mystical air,
As lost spirits find refuge in the grove's care.
The rustling leaves sing an ancient refrain,
In the sacred grove, where peace shall reign.
Soft breezes carry the whispers of the past,
A requiem for the wandering soul, a repast.
Roots entwine with memories buried deep,
In the sacred grove, where lost spirits sleep.
A sanctuary where the restless find calm,
A requiem in the grove, a soothing balm.
So, in the sacred grove, where shadows find rest,
A requiem for the wandering soul, so blessed.
Lost spirits dance in the moonlit gleam,
In the sacred grove, where dreams redeem.
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| Requiem for the Wandering Soul - In the Sacred Grove Where Lost Spirits Find Rest - Poem Lyrics in English |
In the sacred grove where shadows waltz,
A requiem unfolds for the wandering soul's exalt.
Lost spirits find solace, a haven so divine,
In the sacred grove, where echoes intertwine.
Leaves rustle like hymns in the ancient air,
In the requiem for the wandering soul, a solemn prayer.
The trees stand sentinel, their branches as the choir,
As the wandering soul finds respite, its journey to retire.
Moonbeams paint the ground in a spectral ballet,
In the sacred grove, where night holds sway.
Whispers of the wind carry tales untold,
In the requiem's embrace, where mysteries unfold.
Each step through the grove, a pilgrimage of the heart,
In the requiem for the wandering soul, where spirits depart.
A symphony of shadows, a dance with the sublime,
As lost souls find rest in the grove's sacred rhyme.
Oh, seeker of solace in the twilight's crest,
Enter the sacred grove, where spirits find rest.
In the requiem's melody, where serenity consoles,
For the wandering soul, where peace consoles.
In the sacred grove where shadows softly sigh,
A requiem for the wandering soul, beneath the ancient sky.
Lost spirits find rest in the embrace of ancient trees,
In the sacred grove, where whispers float on the breeze.
Leaves, like pages of forgotten lore,
Tell tales of the wandering, forevermore.
A requiem echoes through the woodland's hush,
In the sacred grove, where spirits find a lush.
Moss-covered stones, witnesses to time's caress,
In the requiem, where wandering souls confess.
Moonlight weaves a tapestry of quiet repose,
In the sacred grove, where the requiem flows.
Oh, in the quietude where the lost spirits roam,
A requiem for the wandering soul finds its home.
In the sacred grove, where solace is blessed,
A poetic requiem, where wandering souls find rest.
