In the quiet whisper of dawn’s first light, Time unfolds its gentle, ceaseless flight. Moments dance upon the morning breeze,…
In the gentle cradle of the dawn, she breathes, A tapestry of life woven in silent grace, From mountain peaks…
When shadows fall upon the fleeting day, And time doth cease its ever-constant flight, The night descends, where silent spirits…
In the quiet corners of the night, Where whispers of dreams cease to tread, A heart wrapped in shadows finds…
Amidst the whispers of ancient leaves, Rilke wanders through the shadowed trees, Seeking the soul’s quiet reprieve, In the dance…
In the gentle flow of time’s embrace, We wander paths unknown and wide, Where dreams and echoes softly trace, The…
In the dawn of every morning light, We set our sails to unknown lands, With dreams tucked in our pockets…
In the garden where roses bloom, Life unfolds with a sweet perfume. Petals soft, a gentle grace, Yet thorns lie…
In the morning light, the robins sing, Their melody soft, a gentle ring. Yet beneath their wings, a shadow lies,…
The road stretches beyond the horizon’s sight, A ribbon of dreams woven in twilight. Each step forward is a tale…