Sonnet to the Fleeting Hours of Time

Upon the wings of time, we swiftly glide, As hours melt away like morning dew. Each fleeting second slips, we…

Memories That Whisper in the Breeze Echoes of Yesterday’s Laughter Shadows of Joy and Sorrow Remnants of a Time Once Lived

In the quiet of the evening’s glow, memories start to play, A dance of light and shadow, as the past…

A Sunday Morning Quiet and Bright

On Sunday morning, the world seems new, With skies so clear and a gentle hue. The sun ascends, a golden…