In the silent whispers of the night, Colors dance upon the canvas of dreams, Brushstrokes weave tales of light, Art…
In the quiet dawn, hands weave dreams, Threads of fate in the morning beams, Guiding paths with gentle touch, Crafting…
Beneath a fragile shell, life stirs anew, An orb of mystery, white and pure, Holding secrets, unseen by view, A…
In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light, The world awakens from the night. Creation sings its morning song, In…
In the silent whispers of the dawn, creation begins, A canvas of infinite wonder, painted by unseen hands. The stars…