As the clock strikes twelve, we bid adieu, To the year gone by, and welcome the new. Hopes and dreams,…
In the glitter of gold, we chase our dreams, A currency of hope, or so it seems. Yet in its…
In the mirror’s silent gaze we meet, A world within, discreet and neat. Shadows dance, and whispers bind, The secrets…
In the mirrorâs gaze, a stranger I see, A reflection tainted by uncertainties. Whispers of doubt cloud the mindâs eye,…
In the mirror, I see my past, A tapestry of days gone by, Each wrinkle tells a story vast, Of…
In the quiet moments of dawnâs embrace, I find myself in the poetry of the morning, A canvas of dreams…
In the silence of solitude, where shadows whisper, The heart finds its echo in the stillness of night, A solitary…
In the silent echoes of the past year, We found ourselves in moments clear, Embracing change with hearts so wide,…