The hands that grasp and hold so tight, They craft, they build, they guide the night. Fingers dance, creating art,…
In the quiet night, the heart speaks loud, A rhythm of life, a pulse unbowed. Fingers trace the lines of…
In the realm of letters, vast and wide, Where words are worlds, and dreams reside, The English tongue, both rich…
Your eyes, a window to the soul, Reflecting dreams, stories untold. They speak a language soft and kind, A silent…