In the silence of the early dawn, A gentle whisper calls my name, Through the shadows of the night withdrawn,…
In the quiet dawn of my own becoming, I find the whispers of the past, Gentle echoes guiding my footsteps,…
In the quiet whisper of the morning breeze, Hearts awaken to a tender new start, With every glance, a silent…
In the quiet morn before the dawn, Footsteps trace paths yet unknown. A heart whispers secrets to the skies, Dreams…
In the gentle cradle of her arms, A world of warmth and tender charms, She weaves a tapestry of dreams,…
In the quiet moments of dawn’s embrace, A mother holds her daughter’s face. Through whispers soft, their bond renews, A…
In the dance of hearts we often stumble, Each misstep a lesson, as hopes crumble. Fragile connections woven with care,…