In the quiet of dawn, our names are whispered, Carried by the gentle breeze, soft and clear, Each syllable a…
In the quietest corners of my mind, I drift away from the worldâs embrace. A shadowed echo, I cannot find,…
In the quiet of the morning light, I find pieces of myself anew. Whispers of dreams take flight, In colors…
In the quiet of the night, we search for our truth, A journey of self-discovery, a quest from our youth.…
In the mirror, I see the strength within, A soul untamed, a spirit free, Each scar a story, a testament…
In the mirrorâs gaze, I see a soul so bright, A spectrum of colors, not just black and white. Fluid…