In the quiet whispers of the heart, A rhythm beats with gentle grace, Through every vein, a story starts, Carving…
In the quiet of the morning light, Soft curves embrace the dawn, A tapestry woven from strength and grace, A…
In the whispers of the mirror, shadows softly play, Echoes of judgments, lingering, wonât fade away. Silent screams trapped within…
In the silent corners of the mind, Where thoughts and dreams entwine, The heart whispers secrets bold, Tales of love…
Hands that speak in silent grace, Weaving tales in every trace. Fingers brush against the sky, Crafting dreams that never…
In the mirror’s gaze, reflections speak, Echoes of judgment in whispers seep. Yet beneath the surface, a heart stands strong,…
In the quiet of the morning light, Where shadows dance with gentle grace, A mirror reflects a story bright, Of…
In the gentle curve of your hands, Lies the strength of mountains, The tenderness of a summer breeze, Guiding me…
In the mirror’s cruel reflection, shadows whisper lies, Echoes of judgments, in a world where beauty dies. Each cruel word…
In the realm of flesh and bone, we dwell, Each part a note in a symphony’s swell. Fingers dance to…