Beneath the skin, where pain resides, Are marks that time cannot disguise. Each line a tale of battles fought, Of…
In the quiet of the night, the body speaks, A silent language through every creak and sigh, Each muscle, each…
In the shadows of a silent heart, Where whispers of sorrow gently start, Lies a tale of wounds unseen, A…
In the quiet of the night, they whisper Stories untold, of battles and pain Each line a memory, a silent…
Beneath the moon’s cold, indifferent light, Shadows dance with silent cries, Echoes of pain in the dead of night, Where…