In a realm where dreams are pinned, Colors dance, and visions blend. Boards of wonder, thoughts intertwined, A tapestry woven…
In the quiet of a winter’s morn, A poet’s soul took flight, Leaving behind whispered words, In the shadow of…
In the whispers of the leaves, a gentle song, The symphony of earth where souls belong, Walt Whitman walks with…
In the mirror’s gaze, a story unfolds, A tapestry of dreams, both new and old. Whispers of hopes in silent…
In a realm where colors softly blend, The brush begins its gentle dance, Whispers of dreams on canvas extend, Inviting…
In the silence of the night, Your words dance in my mind, Soft whispers of love, Wrapped in tender vines.…
In the quiet murmur of dawn’s embrace, Rilke wanders through the veiled space, Seeking truth in shadows and light, Painting…
In the mirror of my soul, I find a rhyme, Echoes of dreams that dance in time. Whispers of hope…