In the quiet whispers of the night, Time gently weaves its delicate thread, Through memories painted in soft twilight, Stories…
In the quiet corners of my mind, Where memories used to shine so bright, A gentle fog begins to unwind,…
In the quiet whispers of the morning light, I trace the lines of years upon my face, Each wrinkle tells…
Another year has come and gone, With wrinkles here and hair withdrawn, But laughter still as strong as youth, In…
In the quiet of the night, memories fade, Like mist upon the morning air, Echoes of a time once bright,…
In the whispers of the night, we find our way, Through the shadows of the past, we start to sway,…
In the quiet whispers of a fading day, Shadows of the past begin to sway. Echoes of laughter once so…