In the shadowed streets of Paris, Where echoes of past lives softly tread, Silent whispers of history linger, Amidst the…
Amidst the gentle rustle of autumn leaves, Life began like the first dawn of spring, In the cradle of warmth…
In the dim corners of a restless night,Where shadows waltz in pale moonâs light,The emberâs glow, a silent serenade,A dance…
In the quiet hours of a fading light, Where shadows linger in silent flight, The ticking clock marks the relentless…
In the whisper of the sea’s gentle breath, Lies a tale of life intertwined with death. Waves crash upon the…
In the quiet shadows where echoes rest, She finds the gentle grasp of Deathâs embrace, With silent steps, she treads…
In quiet corners of his mind, Larkin pondered death’s embrace, The ticking clock, a constant sound, Life’s fleeting moments, swift…