Between the dates that mark our start and end, Lies a dash, a symbol of the life we spend. In…
Between the dates, a line so small, Yet holds the weight of a life’s call. In that dash, stories unfold,…
In the quiet whispers of the night, A melody so gentle, takes its flight. Through the air it softly weaves,…
Beneath the skin, where pain resides, Are marks that time cannot disguise. Each line a tale of battles fought, Of…
In the quiet dawn of contemplation, we wander, Through the corridors of thought, we ponder, Lifeâs fleeting moments, a fragile…
In the golden grove, where the sun kisses the land, Oranges hang like jewels, in the gentle breeze they stand.…
In the quiet hush of twilightâs embrace, Lines of wisdom etched upon a face, Stories woven in the fabric of…