In the shadows where my mind does roam, I find the whispers of addiction’s tone, A silent pull, a hidden…
In shadows deep, where sunlight fades away, Lies a heart bruised, in silent disarray. Whispers echo, a cacophony of pain,…
In the whispers of dawn, English blooms, A symphony of words, in myriad rooms. From Shakespeare’s quill to modern day,…
In a room where words take flight, You guide us through the darkest night. With tales of old and stories…
In the heart of the home, she stands with grace, Her voice a melody, a warm embrace, Guiding us through…
In the quiet of the morning light, Hope perches softly on the soul, It sings a tune, both pure and…