Beneath the sunlit sky, my heritage shines bright, A tapestry of strength, woven through the night. My skin, a canvas…
In the quiet moments of dawn’s first light, I find fragments of myself, scattered and bright. Echoes of dreams, whispers…
In the quiet of the night, my name softly speaks, A whispered echo, through time it seeks. Carried by the…
In the quiet moments, I find Whispers of dreams, so intertwined A journey within, where secrets unwind The essence of…
In the silence, a whisper stirs, A single word, a name, it purrs, Echoing through the chambers of time, Carving…
In the quiet of morning’s light, I see a face so familiar, yet new, A soul that has battled through…
I am not wrong: Wrong is not my name My name is my own, and I am proud To stand…
In the mirror, I search for me, A face so familiar, yet so strange. Layers of memories, woven in time,…