Beneath the ancient banyan tree we gather, Stories of old told in the flicker of the fire. Drums beat in…
In the quiet moments, my heart does race, A gentle whisper of your name fills the space. Your smile, a…
The seasons change, the winds do blow, Lifeâs river flows, to and fro. The days of old, they fade away,…
Beneath the silver glow of the moon, Whiskers twitch in the cool night air, Silent paws tread softly on the…
In the tapestry of life, we weave our threads, Brothers and sisters, through joys and dreads. Together we stand, come…
In the mirror’s gaze, a soul does shine, With whispers of dreams and thoughts divine. Not bound by shadows of…