These hands, they speak a language old, In gentle touch, their stories unfold. A compass guiding through night and day,…
In shadows deep, the stories rise, Of voices lost yet never gone, Through echoes bold, they claim the skies, A…
In the labyrinth of shadows, I wander Paths entwined, unseen by light Whispers of the night echo softly Guiding my…
In the quiet dawn, a whisper starts, A gentle call, a beating heart. Her arms, a cradle, warm and wide,…
In the quiet dawn, ambition stirs awake, A whisper of dreams in the morning mist, Guiding hearts that dare to…
In the quiet of the night, under the moon’s soft glow, I wander through the shadows where few dare to…
In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light, Shadows of doubt slowly take their flight. The heart begins its gentle…
In the silence of their gentle gaze, Lies a world untold, a hidden maze. A quiet strength that softly flows,…