In the gentle rise and fall of her breath, Lies the story of a thousand dawns, Her body, a canvas…
In the gentle curve of a shoulder, Lies the strength of mountains, A silent testament to endurance, Carrying the weight…
In the quiet whispers of dawn’s embrace, Lies the tapestry of a woman’s grace. Her silhouette, a story untold, In…
In the dawn of whispered dreams, they stand, Carving paths through shadows, hand in hand. Their forms, a tapestry of…