In the mirror of tomorrow, I see A visage unknown, yet familiar to me Eyes hold the dreams of a…
In the shadows of time’s gentle embrace, Whispers of old life softly trace, Memories woven in threads of gold, Stories…
In the quiet corners of a page, Where gentle thoughts softly engage, Billy Collins whispers tender themes, Turning life into…
In the quiet moments before dawn, I search for pieces of who I am. Each fragment tells a story, A…
Life is a fleeting dance of light and shade, Where joy and sorrow seamlessly parade. In moments fleeting, memories are…
In the shadows of a quiet home, Where silence speaks in whispered tones, Larkin pondered life alone, His parents’ love,…
In the quiet of the night, I find my peace, A world within, where thoughts never cease. A canvas of…
In the dawn of days, we weave our dreams, Through golden fields and crystal streams. Each heartbeat a note in…
In the quiet whispers of the morning, We find fragments of dreams, unspoken, Life unfolds in delicate patterns, Each moment…