In the mirror, lines trace stories old and new, Each wrinkle a testament of the life we knew. Silver strands…
Time whispers softly, unseen and quiet, A river flowing, ceaseless, infinite, Moments pass like leaves in autumn’s flight, Change, like…
Beneath the azure skies they stand, Silent sentinels of the land. Their roots run deep, their branches high, Reaching out…
As the sun rises, painting the sky anew, We shed our yesterdays, embracing the true, With every dawn, a chance…
In the stillness of the morning light, When dreams whisper through the dawn, Life’s river flows, a constant flight, Carving…
The whispering leaves of autumn call, A gentle breeze through trees so tall. With hues of gold and crimson bright,…
When the world is draped in a cloak of white, Silence sings its gentle lullaby. Frosted trees stand tall in…