In the cradle of time, we seek the trace, Of ancient lives in every place. Bones and stones tell tales…
In the quiet corners of human hearts, \nKindness blooms like a gentle rose, \nWhispering softly, it never departs, \nA gift…
In the quiet whispers of the morning light, Respect dances softly on the breeze, A gentle nod, a knowing smile,…
In the heart of bustling Brooklyn, a poet was born, With eyes that saw beyond the common morn. He walked…
In the silent glow of morning’s light, Compassion walks with gentle tread, Through shadows that once held the night, It…
In the quiet corners of our hearts, Where love and light softly start, A gentle whisper calls us near, To…
In the quiet moments of the dawn, Where shadows dance and dreams are drawn, A whisper of kindness softly speaks,…
In the still of the night, shadows whisper, Echoes of violence, a silent cry, The moon hides behind a veil…
In a world where circuits hum and glow, We dance with shadows of the digital flow. Pixels paint our hopes…