In the dust of dreams once bright, Echoes of hope fade from sight. Bread lines stretch through endless days, Silent…
In halls where whispers waltz with grace, The echoes of a time untouched by haste, Marble pillars stand, guardians of…
In fields where shadows grew so long, The echoes of the past still throng, Brave souls who marched to battle’s…
In the streets where history breathes, Whispers of lives gently cease, Shadows dance, a fleeting peace, As French souls find…
In golden days of yore, we find our grace, Where timeless moments gently carve their space, Through whispers of the…
In the hush of night, a melody takes flight, Notes like fireflies, glowing in the twilight, Strings and keys, in…
Beneath the twilight’s gentle sigh, The Seine whispers tales of days gone by. Shadows dance on cobblestone streets, As echoes…