stories,
Behind the masks we wear each day, Lies a world of unspoken tales, A tapestry of hidden faces, And silent…
In the quiet moments of dawn, Where thoughts begin to form, A pen lies in solitude, Ready to weave a…
In the heart of the earth, a treasure lies, Gleaming like the morning sun’s rise. Threads of gold interlace the…
In the quiet corner of my room, I find solace, Among the whispering pages of knowledge, Stories unfold in the…