In the silence of a gallery’s heart, Where colors dance, and stories start, Brushstrokes whisper secrets untold, In hues of…
In the quiet corners of the soul, Where gentle breezes softly play, Affection weaves its tender thread, Binding hearts in…
In the quiet glow of morning’s grace, I see the light dance in your eyes, A gentle warmth that fills…
Beneath the moon’s watchful gaze, We tally numbers, line by line, In the quiet of the night, Seeking balance, finding…
In the tapestry of time, a year unfolds, With stories written in whispers and bold, 2022, a canvas of dreams…
In the quiet corners of his verse, Larkin spoke of death’s silent embrace, Whispers of an end, inevitable and terse,…
In the cradle of dawn’s gentle light, The world awakes with a soft sigh, Whispers of leaves in the morning…