In the morning light, the dough awakes, A gentle rise, a soft embrace. Yeast and flour in tender play, Crafting…
In the gentle sway of trees, Balance whispers soft and low, Between the sun and moon’s decree, A rhythm only…
In the silent corridors of thought, Where shadows linger and memories fade, Larkin’s pen uncovers what is sought, In lines…
In the quiet whispers of the morning light,Life unfolds its mysteries, vast and bright.Each step a lesson, each breath a…
In the morning light, the world awakes, A gentle breeze whispers through the trees, With every step, joy softly breaks,…
In the quiet morning’s gentle rise, Whispers of a forgotten tune, Dance among the waking skies, A melody that fades…