In the quiet of dawn where shadows fade,Forgiveness blooms, a gentle serenade.Its whispers mend the wounds time cannot erase,Offering peace…
In the fields where the grass whispers low, Walt Whitman walks, with a heart aglow. Each leaf a story, each…
In the silence of the night, where shadows softly fall, Whispers of the departed, in echoes they call. A journey…
In fields where golden dreams reside, Sunflowers stand, their faces wide. They dance beneath the summer’s gaze, A sea of…
In the stillness of dawn’s gentle breath, Where the sky kisses the earth with grace, I find whispers of a…
In the quiet glow of the stars above,My heart sings softly of its love for her;Her laughter echoes like a…
In the gentle embrace of the morning light, I find pieces of myself scattered in the dawn, As whispers of…
In the gentle morning light, she rises, A tapestry of dreams in her eyes, With every step and every sigh,…