stories,
In the silence of the night, it speaks, A canvas of thoughts, a river of streaks. With every fold, a…
In the depths of my closet, tales unfold, Of threads that have aged, of stories untold. Each fabric a memory,…
On skinâs canvas, tales unfurl, Inked in hues, a sacred swirl, Each mark a story, deep and true, Emotions etched…
In the morning light, a spoon reflects, A simple tool, yet so complex, It holds the warmth of morning brew,…
In a world of fleeting moments and whispers lost in air, The paper holds the stories, the secrets, the despair.…
In the whispers of the ancient breeze, Stories of old begin to unfurl, A legacy carved in timeless trees, Echoes…
In the heart of the city, where dreams intertwine, Souls wander, in search of a sign. The streets hum with…
In the quiet of the night, where shadows dance and play, The pages whisper softly, tales from far away. Each…
In the quiet of the night, the pages turn, A world unfolds where dreams can burn, Ink and paper weave…
In the quiet whispers of skin and soul, The ink flows, a river of tales, Each line a journey, each…