In the whisper of the moonlit night, Magic dances on the edge of sight, A delicate thread woven through dreams,…
In the gentle gaze of morning light, she stands, A daughter, weaving dreams with tender hands. Her eyes, like stars,…
In the glow of the golden sun, we dance, Through meadows blooming, in a timeless trance, Each breeze whispers secrets…
In the shadowed corners of forgotten towns, Where dreams are woven on the tattered threads, The echo of hope quietly…
In the quiet whispers of the night, Melodies weave through the air, Each note a gently falling star, Painting dreams…