Beneath the canvas of the sky, night’s velvet cloak retreats, As whispers of the morning breeze, the darkness gently beats.…
The sun peeks over the horizon, Casting golden hues on sleepy eyes, A gentle nudge to rise and shine, Monday…
In the quiet whisper of the morning light, A promise of tomorrowâs gentle flight, Leaves rustle with stories yet untold,…
In the quiet dawn, the sun begins to rise, Painting the sky with hues of gold and red, Each ray…
In the hush of morning light, we find our way, Shadows retreat, and dreams take flight. A canvas blank, a…
The sky above, a canvas wide, Where dreams and whispers often hide, With hues of dawn and dusk’s embrace, It…