In the rhythm of ancient dances, we find our soul, Drums beat like hearts, telling stories of old. Colors and…
In the gentle weave of morning light, The echoes of ancient tales arise, Binding the whispers of the night, To…
In the heart of the city’s gentle hum, Where towers reach to touch the sun, A dance of stone and…
In the cradle of time, we seek the trace, Of ancient lives in every place. Bones and stones tell tales…
In the heart of ancient lands, the whispers grow, Where rivers of history in silence flow. Under the sunâs relentless,…
In fields of green, where shadows play, Heaneyâs words paint a troubled day. Echoes of past, in verses clear, Whispering…
In fields of snow, where silence reigns, A shadowed past, where sorrow stains. The icy winds, they howl and cry,…