As the clock ticks toward a hopeful morn, The night sky shimmers with dreams reborn. In the hush before the…
In the quiet whispers of the dawn, I find the strength to move along, The shadows of yesterday fade, As…
In the quiet of the morning’s light, I find the strength to let you go, A gentle breeze carries your…
In the gentle hush of dawn’s first light, I gather dreams and whispered hopes, Leaving behind the echoes of laughter,…
In the heart of winter’s quiet sigh, January dawns with a gentle light, The sky painted in hues of twilight,…
In the quiet corners of the library’s embrace, Lies the doorway to worlds unknown, A book’s whisper, a gentle trace,…