In the whisper of the morning breeze,Time etches softly on the skin,A gentle dance of tender leaves,A journey where the…
In the quiet hush of twilight’s gentle call, Where shadows stretch and memories softly fall, The years unfold their stories,…
In the garden of time, we plant our dreams, With every year, the roots dig deep, Through seasons of sun…
In the mirror, a face I see, With lines and creases, wild and free. Each wrinkle tells a tale of…
In the mirror of memories cast, Lines of wisdom softly traced, The whispers of yesterday’s past, In every wrinkle, history…
In the gentle folds of time’s embrace, Lies a beauty unseen by youthful eyes, A tapestry woven with threads of…
Whispers of the morning light, softly they call, In the mirror, traces of stories untold, Lines carved by laughter, tears…
In the garden of time, we dance with wild strides, Defying the whispers of age and its binds. Laugh lines…
As the days weave into years, Gentle lines etch wisdom’s tale, Youthful dreams, now soft whispers, In the heart’s vast,…