In the early morning mist, he cast his line, Into the river where time intertwines. Whispering winds carry tales untold,…
In the quiet dawn, he cast his line, Where the river met the endless sea. Gone fishing, whispers the gentle…
In the silence of the twilight hour, Where shadows dance with the fading light, Memories of yesteryears empower, The soul…
In shadows of the past, where memories reside, The whispers of old life softly collide. With tales of yesteryears, in…