Beneath the weary sky, I tread along, With heavy eyes that trace the endless night, Each step a whisper of…
When the world has turned its colors dim, And whispers of silence softly hum, I find a place where dreams…
In the quiet of the night, when stars refuse to shine, My body aches with fatigue, a weariness so fine.…
Beneath the weight of countless days, My spirit longs for restful haze. The world spins on, relentless, fast, While I,…
When dawn breaks through the curtains, gray and pale, My bones ache with the weight of sleepless nights. Dreams elude…