In the heart of the city, the iron serpent sighs, Its breath echoes through the morning mist, Carrying stories of…
Along the tracks where dreams align, A train hums softly in the night. Shadows dance in rhythmic time, Beneath the…
In the quiet dawn, the whistle blows, A symphony of iron and dreams, Carving paths through misty meadows, Where time…
In the gentle glow of the midnight rain, Tears trace stories upon the windowpane. Silent whispers in the night’s embrace,…