The moonlight spills on empty sheets, Where once your warmth did rest, Now silence holds me in its grip, As…
In the quiet dawn, I take my leave, The echoes of laughter, the whispers of grief. Memories woven in walls…
In the quiet corners of our hearts, there lies a place, A space where echoes of laughter and whispers of…
In the gentle whispers of the breeze, I hear stories of old, tales that never cease, Grandparents’ voices, soft and…
In fields of green and skies so blue, Where laughter echoes, and time is new, We built our dreams with…
In childhoodâs golden days, we play and dream, Among the fields where sunlight softly gleams. Laughter echoes in the summer…
In the quiet whispers of a bygone age, Where candlelight dances on worn, wooden floors, Lives a story, timeless and…
The sun sets on the horizon’s edge, A life of work now finds its rest. Dreams once deferred, now spread…
In the garden of memories, where shadows play, We danced with laughter, hearts pure and gay. Time, an artist, painted…