Beneath the gentle caress of time’s weathering hand, Stones crumble into whispers, grains of forgotten lands. Winds, like eternal artists,…
The mountains stand, ancient and wise, Whispering secrets to the passing skies. With each gentle breath, the wind caresses, Eroding…
In the quiet dance of time and earth’s embrace, Stone whispers tales of ages, softly worn, By winds that weave…
In the whisper of the wind’s soft caress,Mountains stand, their majesty undressed,Silent witnesses to the passage of time,Worn by the…
In the cradle of the ancient stone, Where whispers of the wind have grown, Time carves its tale with gentle…
In the stillness of the ancient stone, Whispers of time have softly grown. Cracks and crevices, tales unfold, Of winds…