In the land where myths arise
Southeast Asia’s tales comprise
A rhythmic dance of folklore’s grace
A tapestry woven in vibrant embraces.
Beneath the moon’s soft gleaming light
Legends unfold in the still of night
In the heart of jungles, shadows play
Whispers of creatures in the moon’s array.
On the shores where waves entwine
Mermaids sing with voices divine
Pearl-clad tales of the ocean’s lore
In every tide, their secrets pour.
Beneath the banyan’s ancient shade
Ghosts and spirits find their glade
Whispers of the haunted past
In the wind’s embrace, they’re cast.
In temples standing tall and wise
Gods and goddesses materialize
Dances of deities in celestial trance
A rhythmic ode to life’s cosmic dance.
Through the paddy fields and emerald hills
Where farmers toil with ancient skills
Harmony with nature, a folklore’s song
A symphony where spirits belong.
In the market’s vibrant, bustling fray
Tales of traders from day to day
Silk and spice in woven tales
In every thread, a saga prevails.
Oh, Southeast Asia, your folklore’s rhyme
Echoes through the corridors of time
In each verse, a culture’s pulse beats
A rhythmic poetry, eternally sweet.

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