In the quiet hours of dawn’s embrace, Sylvia cradles dreams in tender hands, Whispers of lullabies weave through the air,…
In the quiet dawn she rises, Her whispers are the sun’s first light, Cradling dreams in gentle arms, A guardian…
In the quiet hours before dawnâs light, She cradles dreams of futures bright, With every gentle, whispered lullaby, She weaves…
In the quiet morning light she rises, Her heart a tapestry of dreams and hopes, Weaving warmth with gentle hands,…
In the gentle embrace of a mother’s arms, Lies the warmth that shelters from life’s storms. Her whispers of love,…
In the quiet corners of her mind, Where shadows dance with light, She cradles dreams untold, Beneath the weight of…
In the hum of the morning light, She rises with strength anew, Balancing dreams and endless fights, A world she…