Hands that hold dreams, gentle and strong, They cradle hopes, guiding them along, Fingers tracing paths of destiny, In the…
In the gallery of dreams, where whispers speak, The canvas breathes with life, profound and meek. Hues dance and intertwine,…
In silent shadows creeps the stealthy time, With every tick, a moment fades away; Our mortal lives, a fleeting, fragile…
When shadows lengthen and the day grows dim, The whispers of the night begin to sing, Of death, the final…
Beneath the moonlit sky so bright, Where shadows dance in silver light, There lies a tale of love so pure,…
In the quiet of the early morn, When shadows dance and light is born, I think of you, your gentle…
In the silence where words once thrived, The echoes of your voice survive, Through fields of thought and verse profound,…