In the space between the first breath and last, Lies a journey of moments, fleeting yet vast. A simple line,…
In the quiet whisper of the dawn, Thoughts awaken from their slumber, Weaving tales of time and essence, In a…
In the whisper of the morning lightâs first glow, Patience stands, a gentle guide, still and slow. Through fields of…
In the silent corridors of time, Echoes of yesterday softly chime, With whispers of forgotten dreams, In gentle streams, past…
In the quiet corridors of silvered years, Where memories dance in gentle embrace, The echoes of laughter, and silent tears,…
January breathes a frosty sigh, Wrapped in a blanket of snow, Promises of new beginnings lie, In the cold winds…
In the cradle of dawn’s gentle embrace, Whispers of ages dance in the breeze, Echoing tales of paths once traced,…
In the cradle of dawn, where whispers reside, Stories of old in the shadows abide. Ancient stones bear witness, silently…
In shadows of the fading light, Memories slip through fingers tight. The echoes of what used to be, Now lost…
In the cradle of dawn, your laughter begins,Like a melody woven through morning winds.Once a dream within my heart you…