Beneath the ancient pines, Where shadows softly dance, The whispering winds sing A song of wild romance. Silent streams meander,…
In the silent whisper of the night, Her words like stars begin to gleam, Painting dreams in soft moonlight, Crafting…
Beneath the golden sun, we dance, In fields where daisies chance, To whisper secrets of the breeze, And sway with…
In the quiet moments of the dawnâs embrace, Grace weaves a tapestry, delicate and bright. A gentle whisper in the…
In the calm of morning light, We find our paths so bright, The best life unfolds, serene, In moments pure,…