In the quiet of the night, His whispers call, A gentle presence, guiding through it all. With every step, His…
In shadows where violence whispers low, The silent cries of the unheard grow. A world painted in shades of fear,…
In the quiet hush of morning light, Where shadows dance with the dawn, We seek the whispers of the divine,…
In the quiet of the moonlit night, A gentle rabbit takes its flight, Through meadows soft and fields so wide,…
In the gentle cradle of dawn’s embrace, The forest wakes with a tender grace. Leaves rustle secrets to the morning…
In the soft cradle of evening light, My home stands with arms wide open, Whispers of old tales linger in…