In whispers of the ancient wind, Atticus walks where dreams begin. Eyes that see beyond the veil, In magic’s realm,…
In the heart of Africa, shadows stretch long, Beneath the ancient baobab, whispers of wrongs, Stories untold, of chains and…
In twilight’s veil, his words do weave, A tapestry of dreams, where thoughts conceive. With visions vast, the sky he…
In the shadow of her words, we find our light, A beacon of strength, in the darkest night. Her voice,…
In the quiet corners of my mind, Where shadows dance and dreams unwind, I find a world both vast and…
Through the corridors of time, his words still echo, A melancholic serenade, in shadows they glow. Verses that dance with…