In the whisper of morning light, Where dreams dissolve in gentle grace, We find our steps, both bold and slight,…
In the quiet hours before the dawn, Time flows like a riverâs gentle song. Moments slip through fingers, swiftly drawn,…
In the morning rush, a sock goes missing, A tiny mystery, a day beginning, Coffee spills with an artful splash,…
In the realm of endless scrolls, Where seconds weave tales untold, A dance of moments takes its flight, Capturing life…
In the quiet dawn, a whisper calls, Through rustling leaves and gentle streams, Life unfolds its secret scrolls, Weaving dreams…
In the warmth of laughter and clinking glass, We gather ’round where stories amass. A table filled with colors bright,…