In the tapestry of days, shadows softly grow, Whispering tales of years gently flown. The mirror reflects a face of…
In the cradle of rolling hills and fields, Where the sun kisses the earth so tenderly, A magic unfolds in…
In the mirror, I see a face, Lines of wisdom, or just a race? A battle fought with time and…
In the mirror, lines appear, Echoes of laughter, every cheer, Wrinkles tell stories untold, Aging with grace, yet feeling bold.…
In the gentle whispers of the autumn breeze, Where time etches lines with tender grace, Beauty blooms amidst the falling…
In whispers of the evening’s glow, Time tenderly weaves its tale, Lines of wisdom softly show, As youth’s vibrant colors…
As years roll on, I shed the chains,Of expectations, rules, and pains.In laughter loud, I find my grace,Defying norms, I…
In the quiet march of days, we find, Moments etched in the sands of time. Lines of laughter, tales unfold,…
The candles on the cake grow more each year, Yet laughter lines appear without a fear. We count them up…