In the silence of the twilight’s breath, She stands with grace, beyond the stars, A gentle presence that softly weaves,…
In the quiet dawn, where shadows dance, Mary walks with gentle grace, Her dreams stitched in the morning mist, A…
In twilightâs gentle embrace, Mary walks Through fields where dreams and reality blend Whispering winds carry her thoughts To realms…
In the moonlit garden, Mary stands alone, Her heart a gentle whisper, a soft, sweet tone. The stars above reflect…
In the quiet dawn, Mary rises with the sun, Her heart, a mosaic of dreams yet to be spun. With…