In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light, They whisper dreams into the morning air, With gentle hands that guide…
In the quiet whispers of the night, Their voices echo in my dreams. Guiding stars in life’s vast sky, Holding…
In the gentle light of morning’s grace, A parent’s heart finds its place, Cradling dreams in tender hands, Building castles…
In the quiet moments of dawn, she rises,Her gentle hands crafting the start of day,A silent strength in her loving…
In the quiet morning light, she stands, A beacon of warmth in a world so grand. Her gentle hands weave…
In the quiet of the morning, I see him stand, A silhouette against the rising sun. His hands, worn with…
In the gentle whispers of midnight’s embrace, A mother holds her child with tender grace. Her heart, a beacon through…
In the quiet whisper of the dawn, His gentle voice calls out to me, A guiding light through shadows drawn,…
In the stillness of the dawning light, A gentle breeze of whispers calls, Guiding hearts with unseen might, Through the…
Hands that cradle the morning light, Weaving dreams in silent flight. In the gentle curves, stories unfold, Of warmth and…