In the quiet of the evening, whispers of the past arise, Laughter echoing through hallways, memories in disguise. The creak…
In the quiet dusk, I tread alone, Paths once vibrant, now overgrown, Memories whisper through the trees, Echoes of laughter…
In the twilight of forgotten days, Where shadows danced in golden haze, Life whispered secrets through the trees, And time…
In the quiet of dawn, memories softly gleam, Shadows of the past, like a tender dream. Whispering through the trees,…
In the quiet corners of my mind, shadows dance, Echoes of laughter, fragments of a past romance. The sunlit days,…