In the cradle of your arms, I find my peace, Your gentle touch, a balm that never cease. Whispered lullabies,…
In her gentle arms, I find solace, A soft whisper of ancient tales, Her silver hair, a crown of wisdom,…
Within these walls, our stories are told, A tapestry of memories, woven in gold. Laughter echoes, and whispers of night,…
In the quiet of the afternoon, a pot begins to sing, Whispering secrets in swirls of steam, Each cup poured…
In the quiet of the night, light whispers softly, Dancing shadows paint the walls gently, Stars above twinkle in the…
In the quiet of the morning light, A pot of chai begins its flight. Cinnamon whispers, ginger hums, In every…
In the heart of the night, a candle glows bright, Its whispers of warmth, a comforting light. Shadows dance gently…
In the quiet of the night, they softly tread, Whispering lullabies, easing your dread. With wings that shimmer in the…
Beneath the fabric, warmth and care, Socks cradle feet, both here and there, Through morning dew and evening’s glow, They…