In the cradle of dawn, she whispers to the light, Tiny fingers reaching for dreams in flight. Her laughter dances…
In the quiet dance of time, we find our place,Through whispered winds and gentle grace.The child within learns to let…
In the mirror’s gentle gaze, I find, A reflection of years that softly unwind. The whispers of youth, now echoes…
Once we danced in fields so green, With laughter pure, and sights unseen. The world was big, a wondrous place,…
In the realm of fleeting days and star-lit nights, Where dreams are woven with a thread of gold, Teenage hearts…
In the cradle of my arms, you once lay so small, Eyes wide with wonder, at the world’s gentle call.…
In the garden of my youth, seeds of wonder sown, With every passing year, a new leaf has grown. From…
In the cradle of time, we sprout and grow, Like tender shoots kissing the morning glow. Innocence blossoms in a…
Like saplings reaching for the sky, They grow with dreams that dare to fly. Each step they take, a chapter…
In the dawn of childhood’s tender bloom, Where dreams are spun like golden thread, Innocence dances in each room, And…