In the mirror, reflections play, A tapestry of lines in a grand display. Each wrinkle a story, each crease a…
In the mirror, lines appear, a map of years gone by, Each wrinkle tells a story, a twinkle in the…
In the quiet dance of passing years, A tapestry woven with threads of grace, Each day whispers softly in our…
With every dawn, a story unfolds, A tapestry woven with threads of gold, In lines upon the face, wisdom resides,…
In the quiet dawn of silver strands, The mirror reflects tales untold, A tapestry woven by patient hands, Where wisdom…
In the dance of time, I refuse to fall, With wild laughter echoing through the halls. A rebel heart, unyielding…
In the gentle cradle of passing years, We find our laughter woven with tears. A tapestry of moments, bright and…
In the quiet whispers of the golden dawn, Time weaves its gentle, unseen thread, Etching stories on the canvas of…
In the mirror, lines appear with grace, Each tells a story, a time, a place. With every laugh, a wrinkle…
Once I was young and spry,Leaping with dreams up high.Now I wake with a groan,Forgetting where I left my phone.These…