In the quiet halls of learning Where dreams are gently stirred A figure stands, unwavering Speaking wisdom with every word…
In her eyes, the stars align, Guiding us through the darkest night. Her gentle touch, a balm so kind, In…
In the mirror’s gaze, I trace my past, Shadows of dreams, moments that last. Echoes of laughter, whispers of tears,…
In the quiet of the morning light, I find, A whisper of the sacred, pure and kind, Through valleys deep…
In the morning light so tender, I rise with a heart full of grace, Counting blessings, one by one, in…
Beneath the Andalusian skies, where the sun warmly glows, In the land of flamenco, our passion overflows. With each strum…
In the quiet hush of winter’s night, Snowflakes dance in soft moonlight, Each a whisper, each a song, A fleeting…
In childhoodâs golden days, we play and dream, Among the fields where sunlight softly gleams. Laughter echoes in the summer…
In the whisper of the morning breeze, I hear the gentle echoes of yesterday, Memories wrapped in golden light, Dancing…
In the heart of the forest where shadows play, Lies a silence that speaks in a thousand ways. The trees,…