Amidst the gentle murmur of the stream, where time seems to pause,the fisherman casts his line, weaving dreams into the…
In the early morning mist, he cast his line, Into the river where time intertwines. Whispering winds carry tales untold,…
In the quiet dawn, he cast his line, Where the river met the endless sea. Gone fishing, whispers the gentle…
Beneath the gentle morning light, The river sings its quiet song. With rod in hand, hope takes flight, Where dreams…
In the morning light, he cast his line, Into the sea, vast and divine. With gentle waves and whispering breeze,…
Beneath the morning’s gentle light, The river sings a lullaby, As the line dances with the tide, Hopeful hearts watch…
In the quiet dawn, he took his leave, Casting lines into the unknown deep. The waters whispered secrets he would…
In the whisper of the morning light, He cast his line to the endless sea. With gentle waves, he found…