In the ancient streets of Rome, our love did bloom, Among the ruins and whispers of histories past, We found…
In the heart of Harlem, where dreams ignite, Langston Hughes weaves words in the night, His voice, a beacon for…
In the twilight of Harlem’s streets, Where jazz and blues reside, Langston found love’s sweet beats, A rhythm he could…
In the stillness of the night, love softly calls, A whispered promise, echoing through the halls. Hearts entwined, though distance…
Beneath the Han River’s gentle flow, Our hearts met in secret glow. In Seoul’s embrace, we found our way, Together,…
In the land where the morning calm resides, Streets awaken with bustling tides, From tea houses to neon lights, The…
In the quiet corners of his mind, Where shadows dance and whispers bind, John Elia found his voice so rare,…
Underneath the cherry blossoms, we stand, hand in hand, As petals fall like whispers, writing love upon the land. Our…
In the land where cherry blossoms bloom, The morning sun kisses the dew, A symphony of calm and grace, A…
In spring, cherry blossoms bloom, gentle and pure, Their petals fall like whispers, soft and demure. The air is filled…