In the quiet hours of the night, When the world is cloaked in sleep, They toil and labor without respite,…
In the quiet shadows of my mind, A hunger stirs, insatiable and deep, A fervent pulse, a constant grind, In…
In the shadowed halls of yearning deep, Where whispers of desire do creep, A thirst unquenched, a hunger wide, In…
Time, the silent keeper of our days, In shadows and light, it weaves its ways. Moments fleeting, like whispers in…