On this fresh canvas, Monday calls, Whispering softly through morning’s light. A week unfolds where dreams may rise, Beneath the…
In the gentle cradle of the early morn, Whispers of dawn begin to unfold, The sky, a canvas of dreams…
In the quiet of the night, where dreams take flight, Your love is a beacon, shining so bright. Like stars…
As the sun rises, painting the sky anew, A canvas awaits, pure and true. Yesterday’s shadows fade away, Today is…
In the quiet of the night, a star went dim, A father’s love, now but a hymn. His laughter echoes…
In the quiet corners of our hearts, Where whispers of affection softly start, Lies a love that knows no bounds,…
In the hush of midnight’s gentle embrace, A whisper of hope begins to trace, The edges of dreams yet unfulfilled,…
The sun peeks through the dawn, Whispering promises of a new day, Monday rises with a gentle yawn, Inviting us…
In the velvet cloak of night, where shadows softly play, A tender beam of light emerges, gently showing the way.…