In the morning light, the fabric whispers, A gentle touch upon the skin so tender, We wrap ourselves in tales…
Beneath the threads that hold us tight, Lies a tale of day and night, A canvas painted in hues so…
In silken threads, our stories weave, Each stitch a moment we believe, From dawn till dusk, in fabric’s fold, Our…
In the quiet of a wardrobe’s embrace, Fabrics whisper tales of time and grace. Each thread a journey, each seam…
In the quiet hum of morning light, A wardrobe whispers tales of time, Each thread a story, woven tight, Of…