In the quiet corners of my heart, Where memories softly tread, Your gentle whispers still linger, In the stories you…
In the heart of ancient lands they stand, Their branches reaching high and grand, Silent watchers through the ages they…
As years unfold, the mirror shows, The lines of life etched on our brows. Each wrinkle tells a tale that’s…
In the stillness of the morning light, Where shadows gently fade away, The heart learns the art of waiting, As…
As days turn into years, and seasons change, We find beauty in the lines that softly form, Each wrinkle tells…