In the quiet corners of her room, A tapestry of stories softly bloom. Gentle hands that weave the past, Creating…
In the soft whispers of the morning light, She weaves tales of old with tender grace. Her hands, a map…
In the warmth of her embrace, stories unfold, Tales of love and laughter, treasures untold. Her eyes, like gentle stars,…
In the quiet of the twilight, her stories softly flow, Tales of yesteryears, where love and wisdom grow. With eyes…
In the gentle hands of time, she weaves, Stories of yesteryears, a tapestry of leaves, Her laughter a melody, soft…
In the warm embrace of her gentle arms, Lies a world of love, free from all harms. Her whispers of…