In the stillness of the night, shadows dance, Whispers of the past, a mournful trance. The silent screams of souls…
In the mist of dawn, he wrote of strife, Where shadows cast on a fractured life. His words, a mirror…
In the garden of one’s mind, where shadows play, Lies the seed of selfishness, in quiet disarray. It grows with…
In the quiet whispers of the night, Beneath the roof that shelters all, Lies a storm that never ceases, And…
In the fierce heat of our words, Echoes of love often get blurred, Yet in the storm of our dispute,…
In the silence of midnightâs embrace, Shadows dance in an endless chase. Hearts torn between right and wrong, In the…