In the mirror’s gaze, whispers of perfection call, Promises of beauty, etched by societal walls. We chase the fleeting glimmer,…
In the crowd where whispers roam, A silent force that drives the heart, Echoes of a thousand voices, Guiding paths…
In mirrors deep, reflections lie, Where whispers of beauty softly sigh. A canvas painted by fleeting hands, In search of…
In the tender dawn of lifeâs embrace, Where dreams are spun with golden thread, A shadow falls, a hurried race,…
In shadows deep, where silence screams,Men wear masks, stitched from broken dreams.Strength defined by absence of tear,A world where softness…
Beneath the glow of the silver moon, Lies a world of whispered tales, Where beautyâs standards are like a typhoon,…