In the garden of my years, he stands tall,With hands that have weathered time’s embrace,His voice, a gentle call,Leading me…
Monday whispers with a gentle start, Bringing dreams and hopes anew, The dawn of tasks begins to chart, With skies…
In the silent embrace of dawn’s gentle light, A father’s soul takes flight beyond the veil, Leaving behind whispers of…
In the quiet of the night, whispers softly roam, A father’s gentle voice, now a distant tone. Through the veil…
In fields where silence once held sway, Shadows of conflict linger still, Heaney’s words carve the clay, Sculpting peace from…
In the vast sea of souls adrift, I wandered long with hopes held high, Through whispers of the gentle wind,…
In shadows where the heart seeks light, A child’s longing, hidden from sight, A chasm wide, a silent plea, For…
In the gentle whispers of the night, I find the echoes of your lullabies, Mother, with your tender hands, You…
In the quiet of night, he stands tall, A beacon of strength, never to fall. His wisdom whispers through the…
On Monday’s dawn, the world awakes, A journey begins with steps anew. Dreams and hopes the morning takes, As sunlight…