In the shadows of ancient stone, Whispers of history softly moan. Tales of warriors, kings, and dreams, Flow like rivers…
In the quiet corners of the evening glow, His stories weave through the air, Tales of yesteryears softly flow, Carrying…
In the quiet morning light, I seeHis gentle eyes, a guiding starWhispering tales of days gone byWhere dreams were born,…
In the quiet dawn, he rises alone, With dreams deferred, his path is shown, Toiling endlessly, hands worn with grace,…
In shadows of the past, we find Stories woven with threads of gold, A legacy of strength, unconfined, In whispered…
In the quiet dawn, he rises with the sun, A heart of gold, his battles never done. With every step,…
In shadows of the past they stood, Two figures etched in quiet grace, Their lives a tapestry of moods, Woven…
In the quiet of a morning’s breath, she soared, Her words a symphony, a timeless song, Through realms of dreams…