In the gentle dawn of life’s soft call, We wander paths both wide and small. With every step, a story…
In the quiet whispers of the morning light, Time unfolds its gentle wings, Carving paths through endless sky, A dance…
In the halls where dreams are spun, Books and pens, the battles won. Chasing knowledge, endless race, In every corner,…
In the mirror, I see a face, Lines of wisdom, or just a race? A battle fought with time and…
In the gentle cradle of dawn’s embrace, Life unfurls her tapestry, a wondrous grace. Threads of laughter, woven with tears,…
In the quiet of the night, a gentle hum, A melody of life begins to strum. Beneath the stars, dreams…
In the gentle whispers of the morning light, The heart beats a rhythm, strong and bright. Each breath a gift,…
In the quiet whisper of dawn’s first breath, Creation stirs with gentle grace, Mountains rise from slumber’s depth, As sunlight…