In the quiet corners of my childhood days, His laughter echoed like a gentle breeze, With stories spun from golden…
In the quiet hum of twilight’s glow,Grandad’s stories softly flow,Whispers of a world long past,Echoes that forever last.His hands, worn…
In the warm glow of evening light, He sits with stories woven tight, A tapestry of years gone by, In…
In the quiet dawn, his stories unfold, Whispers of the past in every word told. His laughter like an echo,…
In the quiet corners of the evening glow, His stories weave through the air, Tales of yesteryears softly flow, Carrying…
In the twilight of the evening sky, you sit, A gentle soul with stories deep and rich, Eyes that have…