Hands that cradle dreams in their gentle embrace, Weaving threads of time through the fabric of life, They hold the…
Eyes that dance with silent stories untold, Reflecting the stars in a cosmic embrace. A gentle gaze that breaks the…
In the quiet rhythm of our heartbeats, Lies the secret language of life, Each pulse a whisper to the universe,…
Hands that speak in silent grace, Holding stories in their embrace, Fingers trace the lines of fate, In every touch,…
In the quiet of the morning light, Hands reach out, seeking warmth, A gentle touch, a silent promise, Binding souls…
These hands, they speak a language old, In gentle touch, their stories unfold. A compass guiding through night and day,…
In the quiet morning light, they speak,Whispers of touch, soft and meek.Guiding the heart through unseen lands,These gentle, noble, tireless…
In the quiet dawn, hands awaken, Whispering tales of dreams and time, Fingers trace the soft horizon, Crafting worlds in…
Hands that build, with calloused grace, Crafting dreams in every place, From timber, brick, and stone they rise, Reaching upwards…