In the quiet whispers of the evening breeze,When shadows stretch and the daylight flees,There lies a path, well-trodden and known,A…
At forty, the dawn of wisdom softly breaks, A gentle light upon the path we take. The echoes of youth…
Through winding roads and whispering trees, I trace the path of memories, Each step a bridge to days of old,…
In the whisper of the evening breeze, I hear echoes of familiar songs, Drawing me back through time and dreams,…
In the quiet glow of forty’s dawn, A tapestry of years unfurls, Each thread a memory gently drawn, In the…
In the whisper of the evening breeze, I find echoes of forgotten dreams, Paths once traveled in silent reverie, Where…
At the dawn of forty years, a gentle pause, Timeâs whispers weave through autumn’s gentle mist. Each line a story…
Across the miles and winding roads, The heart yearns for a place called home. Where laughter echoes through the halls,…