In the stillness of the ticking clock, Where silence stretches its weary arms, The weight of hours lingers thick, Wrapped…
In the shadowed corners of a lonely room, Silence whispers tales of forgotten dreams. The echoes of laughter long faded…
In the heart of the week, a day unfolds, Wednesday whispers secrets untold. A pause between the start and end,…
In the mirror’s quiet gaze, I find A tapestry of thoughts intertwined Where whispers of the past reside And dreams…
In the quiet corners of my soul, I find whispers of who I am, Gentle echoes from a past untold,…
In the silent hours of night, When the world rests, I wake, Tracing shadows of choices past, Regret’s soft whispers…
In the morning light, I greet the dawn, With dreams anew, my heart is drawn. Through whispered winds and skies…