Wrinkles are just laughter’s souvenirs, Each line a tale of joy and cheers. Aging, they say, is a funny game,…
In the garden of our hearts, love blooms bright, Yet shadows of pain linger in the night, A dance of…
In the quiet of the night, I hear a whisper, A melody of feelings, both fierce and tender, It sings…
In the quiet dawn of a summer’s day, Where the golden beams begin to play, Lies the essence of joy,…
Happiness blooms in the gentle morning light, A whisper of hope in the breaking dawn, It dances through the dewdrops…
In the garden of life’s grand design, Tiny hands reach for the sky, Eyes wide with wonder, hearts so pure,…
In the quiet act of giving, love unfolds, Like petals of a rose, softly revealing The beauty of a soul…