In the quiet dawn, I hear her whisper, A breath of memories, soft and tender, Her laughter echoes in the…
In the quiet of the night, shadows dance with pain, Whispers of your laughter, lost in the wind’s refrain. Memories…
In the silence of the night, time softly speaks, Its whispers weave through the tapestry of dreams, With every tick,…
In the vast expanse of the digital sphere, Lies a realm where friendships intertwine, A tapestry woven with threads so…
Beneath the moon’s pale, ghostly light, The shadows dance with silent grace. In Spain, where history’s heavy plight, Leaves whispers…
In fields of emerald, memories unfurl, Her hands, worn yet tender, teach and twirl, Through tales of old, in whispers…
In the whisper of the moonlit night, Where shadows dance in pale twilight, Our hearts once beat in perfect rhyme,…
The road winds gently, leading me back To the place where whispers of the past reside Each step a melody,…
In the silence of the attic’s breath, Lies a world of forgotten things, A porcelain doll with a missing dress,…
Where has the time gone, slipping through fingers so slight, Like whispers of wind on an autumn night. Faces once…