In the stillness of the night, snow begins to fall, Each flake a whispered secret, answering winter’s call. It blankets…
In the shadows of the midnight hour, Whispers of escape call out, Promises of solace and power, In a world…
On Sunday morning, the world seems new, With skies so clear and a gentle hue. The sun ascends, a golden…
Beneath the weight of borrowed dreams I tread, Seeking solace in the whispers of the wind, A journey far from…