In the quiet dawn, as the world still sleeps, Shoes whisper tales of journeys deep, Through crowded streets and empty…
Our feet tread softly, across the sands of time, Leaving behind whispers, echoes of our prime. Each step a story,…
Stepping forward, with each stride so bold, Feet that carry stories, yet untold. Through paths of joy, and trails of…
At dawn’s first light, the waves caress the shore, Soft whispers of the ocean’s endless lore. The golden sands, a…
These feet that tread the path unseen, Through forests dense and meadows green, They carry dreams on silent nights, And…