In the quiet rooms where silence reigns, A sudden breeze breaks the chains, A symphony of nature’s art, The unspoken,…
In the mirror, a face I see, With lines and creases, wild and free. Each wrinkle tells a tale of…
In quiet corners where shadows play, A gentle breeze begins its sway. Unseen, unheard, yet felt by all, A secret…
In the dance of love, we often trip, With laughter filling every slip. From mismatched socks to burned toast, It’s…
In the mirror, I see a face, Lines of wisdom, or just a race? A battle fought with time and…
In the quiet corners of a well-worn page, Billy Collins weaves his gentle spell, His words, a dance, a thoughtful…
In the quiet corners of the room, A gentle breeze begins to bloom, Unseen whispers dance and play, In their…
In the dance of love, we trip and fall, With clumsy steps, yet standing tall. He tells a joke that…
In the morning rush, I spill my tea, A comedy of errors just for me. My shirt’s inside out, shoes…
The candles on the cake grow more each year, Yet laughter lines appear without a fear. We count them up…