In the gentle sway of the artist’s hand, Colors spill and merge on the canvas grand, A dance of hues,…
In the quiet of dawn, where shadows play, The streams whisper secrets of a brand new day. With a gentle…
In the quiet whispers of the night, Where shadows dance with the moonlight, I seek the meaning of existence, Through…
In the gentle whisper of the morning breeze, Lies a promise of a day untroubled and free, The sun rises…
In the silence of the twilight hour, Where memories dance in gentle sway, The echoes of an old life tower,…
In the whispers of the wind, their stories unfold, Echoes of ancestors, in the twilightâs hold. Where rivers run free,…
In the quiet corners of his mind, Where shadows dance and whispers bind, John Elia found his voice so rare,…
In the land where cherry blossoms bloom, The morning sun kisses the dew, A symphony of calm and grace, A…
In spring, cherry blossoms bloom, gentle and pure, Their petals fall like whispers, soft and demure. The air is filled…
In the quiet whispers of the dawn, Life’s gentle breath begins anew, With every heartbeat, every yawn, A world of…