In whispers of the ancient wind, Atticus walks where dreams begin. Eyes that see beyond the veil, In magic’s realm,…
Beneath the boughs of frosted pine, we tread, In silence, where the poet’s whispers lead, The winter’s breath, a chill…
In the heart of the night, a whisper so clear, Freedom calls out, dispelling all fear. Through valleys and peaks,…
In shadows deep, where light seems far, We stumble, search for guiding star. Yet in the heart, a flame does…
In the quiet whisper of the morning breeze, A new love blooms, gentle and serene, With every heartbeat, our spirits…
In the quiet of the morning light, I find a strength within my sight. Beyond the shadows of the night,…
Through the shadows of doubts we tread, With dreams alight, in hearts they spread. The path is steep, the nights…
In the quiet moments of dawn, I find peace, The sun’s first rays, a gentle embrace, Every breath, a testament…
In the quiet of the night, I find my peace, A soul wandering through dreams that never cease. Stars above…