In the gentle steam of morning’s breath, A tapestry of spices finds its grace, Cardamom whispers in the quiet depth,…
In the quiet corner of a shadowed room,A candle stands, a sentinel of light,Its flame dances, dispelling the gloom,A beacon…
In the gentle dawn, yellow whispers awake, Spreading warmth where shadows break, A tender dance of light so mellow, The…
In the cradle of dawn’s tender embrace, Steam dances in the morningâs gentle grace. A leaf unfurls its secrets to…
In the silence of a whispered breeze, Lies the gentle touch of tender ease, An embrace unfolds like morning light,…
In the quiet whispers of evening’s glow, Grandma’s tales softly unfold, Stories of courage, love, and grace, Woven with threads…
In the morning light, she whispers dreams, Her hands weave stories, like flowing streams. Her laughter dances through the air,…
In the quiet morning light, it begins, A delicate dance, a liquid embrace, The gentle whisper of tea sings softly,…