On this fresh canvas, Monday calls, Whispering softly through morning’s light. A week unfolds where dreams may rise, Beneath the…
In the soft light of dawn, Monday arrives, A gentle whisper of promise and dreams, The world awakens from slumber’s…
In the hush of morning’s gentle breath, Monday dawns with whispered dreams, A canvas washed in golden hues, Where hope…
Monday’s breath awakens the silent sky, A canvas of dreams with colors anew. The sun whispers through the gentle sigh,…
The sun peeks through the dawn, Whispering promises of a new day, Monday rises with a gentle yawn, Inviting us…
The sun peeks through the morning mist, As Monday dawns, a fresh new twist. A week unfolds, with dreams untold,…
Monday’s dawn breaks with a yawn, A new weekâs promise, a fresh start drawn. The hustle and bustle, the grind…
On Monday’s dawn, we rise anew, With dreams and hopes, we bid adieu. The week begins, a fresh start, With…