She walks with grace, a silent storm, Through fields of dreams, both night and morn. Her heart, a beacon, pure…
Beneath the silken sky so bright, I find my thoughts in soft moonlight, Reflecting on the days gone by, And…
On Wednesday’s morn, the world is gray, A canvas soft with gentle sway. The sun peeks shy, behind a veil,…
In the heart of the jungle, where shadows dance, The tiger prowls with a fearsome glance, A coat of amber,…
In the quiet of dawn, she rises anew, With strength forged in fires, bold and true, Her heart, a beacon,…
In the quiet of the morning light, Where shadows play and dreams take flight, I hear a whisper, soft and…
In the gilded halls where shadows play, A queen stands tall, in regal array. Her crown, a symbol of ancient…
In the quiet of the night, her whispers soothe, A lullaby of love, a timeless groove. Her gentle touch, a…
In the quiet of the night, her voice we hear, A whisper of grace, so tender and clear. She stands…
In the quiet strength of seasoned years, Lies wisdom deep and clear. Graceful steps through life’s terrain, Compassion blooms after…