In the gentle fold of morning light, Lies a gift wrapped in silken grace, A whisper of warmth, a tender…
In the gentle rustle of the morning breeze, Lies the whisper of gifts unseen, Wrapped in moments, tender and fleeting,…
In the whispers of the morning light, Lies a gift wrapped in golden hues, A promise of a day anew,…
In the quiet dawn, gifts softly gleam, Wrapped in whispers of dreams untold, Each ribbon ties a secret seam, Stories…
In the silent whispers of the night, There lies a talent, hidden from sight, A spark that glows, a flame…
In the quiet whispers of dawn’s early light, Gifts of grace unfold, hidden from sight. A touch of warmth in…
Within the folds of time’s gentle stream, Lie gifts unseen, in shadows they gleam. Not wrapped in ribbons, nor adorned…