In the quiet corners of history, His footsteps echo strong and clear, A beacon of hope and dignity, His presence,…
In the canvas of dawn’s gentle embrace, Awake to the whispers of the morning breeze, Where lessons lie in each…
The candles on the cake grow more each year, Yet laughter lines appear without a fear. We count them up…
In the mirror, a new line forms, a tale of laughter told, Each wrinkle a badge of honor, in stories…
As wrinkles dance across my face, And silver threads weave through my hair, I find in every little trace, A…
In the quiet corners of her room, A tapestry of stories softly bloom. Gentle hands that weave the past, Creating…
In the quiet of the classroom Wisdom whispers softly Guiding minds with gentle hands A beacon of knowledge Illuminating paths…
In the quiet woods where silence speaks, Frost walks paths where shadows creep. With gentle rhyme, his stories unfold, Whispering…
In the corner of the old wooden chair, Sits a gentle soul with silver hair. Her eyes, deep wells of…