In the cradle of her arms, I found the warmth of the sun. Her gentle whispers in the night, Spoke…
In the quiet dawn, where dreams reside, A whisper echoes, calling from inside. Through shadows deep and mountains high, We…
In colors bright and shadows deep, Art awakens souls from silent sleep. It whispers tales of distant lands, Crafted by…
In the quiet dawn, dreams ignite, A spark within, a guiding light. Through winding paths, we chase the gleam, Building…
In the quiet of the classroom’s embrace, A voice of wisdom finds its grace. Guiding us through unknown lands, With…
In the gentle glow of morning’s embrace,Awakens a dawn painted with dreams,Where hope whispers through the silent space,Of what my…
The sun peeks through the morning mist, As Monday’s gentle whisper calls, A canvas of new beginnings, Where dreams and…