In the silent whispers of the night, I search for fragments of my soul, Hidden beneath the layers of time,…
In the quiet dawn of morning light, I find the lines upon my face, Each one a story of days…
In the quiet corners of your soul, Where whispers of doubt softly tread, Lies a flicker of hope, a gentle…
In the garden of whispered lies, Where shadows dance on silent sighs, A heart once open, pure and bright, Now…
At forty, the dawn of wisdom softly breaks, A gentle light upon the path we take. The echoes of youth…
In the quiet dawn, a new chapter unfolds, With books in hand and dreams untold. The corridors echo with steps…