In shadows where the silence grows, A name unspoken softly flows. Through whispers carried on the breeze, Its essence dances…
In fields where whispers softly tread, Poppies bloom in fiery red, With petals bright against the sky, A gentle dance…
In the gentle sway of morning light, Her presence graces the earth below, With eyes that hold the stars at…
In the shadow of the night, she stands alone, Her beauty cloaked in ebony’s gentle shroud. A whisper of elegance…
In the quiet hum of the sewing room, Threads of color whisper secrets bold, Patterns dance in the loom’s embrace,…
In the gentle glow of morning light, She walks with grace, a dance in flight, Her eyes, like stars, forever…
Her eyes, like stars that light the night, They shine with stories yet untold, A gentle grace in every glance,…