Whispers of Silkeborg's Shore.

Through mirrored lakes where dreamers glide,
The paddle steamers gently - ride the tide -
Their churning wheels in rhythms slide
With chimney smoke in ribbons wide —
While the ship slip past trees in quiet pride.

The willows lean from either side
And swans swims - like porcelain dots abide
A hush of pine, a drifting guide
Each ripple paints the hillsides dyed -
While a golden hush the sun confides. 🌅

TsL. 25
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