In a dance of gold and crimson hue, The autumn leaves begin their flight. With each gentle breeze, they bid…
As leaves turn gold and crimson, The whispering winds take flight, They dance in twilight’s gentle haze, Embracing the fall…
In the quiet of the night, love whispers softly, Through the rustling leaves and moonlit beams, A tender touch, a…
In the quiet of my room, I pen these lines, Each word a whisper, a fragment of my mind. Through…
Under the silver glow of the moon, Shadows dance in silent tune, Whispering secrets to the stars, In a language…