In the garden of morning dew, She walks with grace, a vision true. Her laughter dances with the breeze, A…
In the morning light she dances, With a grace so pure and true, Her laughter like a melody, That fills…
In curves and lines, a story told, A canvas rich in hues of gold. Each scar a mark of battles…
In the quiet of the morning, I find Your light, A beacon of hope, shining ever bright, Through trials and…
In the stillness of the night she watches over, Her heart a vessel of boundless care. Every breath she takes,…
At forty, life begins anew, A chapter bright with morning dew. The wisdom gained, the paths explored, Each moment cherished,…