In the quiet of the night, her eyes gleam bright, Bearing the weight of worlds in her gentle hands. With…
In the quiet of the night, you hear our plea, Mother Mary, with a heart so free. Your gentle hands,…
In the quiet of the evening light, A whisper soft, so pure and bright, Gentle hands that guide our way,…
In the shadows of hunger’s grasp, we lie, Beneath the starless, hunger-ridden sky. In every breath, a silent, aching sigh,…
In the quiet moments of our days, Lies a strength that softly sways, Humility, a gentle grace, That never seeks…
In the soft whisper of a gentle “please,” We find the strength that binds our souls, A world adorned with…
Underneath the stars, where silence speaks, I find your gaze, soft as midnight’s kiss, In shadows deep, your presence seeks,…
In the stillness of the morning light, Where shadows play and dance, There lies a truth so pure and bright,…
Your presence, a gentle glow in the night, Eyes that capture stars, holding them tight. A smile that softens even…
In the heart of Harlem, where dreams ignite, Langston Hughes weaves words in the night, His voice, a beacon for…