In the morning light, it softly gleams, Threads of gold, woven in dreams. Brushing whispers through the air, A gentle…
In the gentle sway of midnight’s breeze, Hair flows like rivers, silent and free. Whispers of secrets in each strand,…
In the gentle dance of morning light, Hair cascades like rivers of silk, Each strand a story of time and…
In moonlit night, your strands do dance, A silken wave, a soft romance. They whisper secrets, tales untold, In shades…
In the moonlight, your hair whispers tales Of ancient forests and winds that wail Silken threads weave stories so grand…