In the gentle hush of morning light, The fog rolls in, a silken shroud, Draping the world in mystery’s might,…
In the hush of dawnâs embrace, Where shadows softly play, The fog begins its tender dance, And night turns into…
In the quiet of the morning light, The fog descends, a shroud so white, Veiling the world in soft embrace,…
In the stillness of dawn’s early light, A veil of mist whispers through the air, Cloaking the world in a…
Once vivid scenes now blur in twilight’s grasp, Faces and names, they slip away like sand, A mind once sharp,…
In the hush of dawn, the fog descends, A shroud of mist, where silence bends, Shadows dance in soft embrace,…