In the quiet dawn of morning light, I find the lines upon my face, Each one a story of days…
As shadows grow longer, days unfold, The whispers of time softly told. Each wrinkle, a story, a path well-tread, In…
In the quiet corners of a restless mind, Echoes of yesterday softly unwind. Shadows dance where memories fade, Painting dreams…
In the gentle dance of days gone by,Lines of wisdom etch upon the soul,Time unfolds its silent lullaby,Guiding hearts to…
In the mirror, a wrinkle or two, Yet laughter lines tell stories anew. The candles grow, but so does the…
In the mirror, lines appear, a map of years gone by, Each wrinkle tells a story, a twinkle in the…
Whispers of the clock echo softly, As days turn into a gentle stream. In the mirror, stories unfold slowly, Each…
In the quiet morning light, I see the years unfold, Each wrinkle tells a story, Of lessons learned, untold. The…