In the quiet hum of evening’s glow, His stories weave through time’s embrace, With eyes that hold the sunset’s glow,…
In whispers of the ancient winds, Their stories linger, softly told, Through echoes time itself rescinds, A legacy in hands…
In the silence of dawn, he walks alone, A gentle heart where kindness is grown. With every step, he leaves…
In the cradle of dawn, dreams softly bloom, Carried by whispers of time’s gentle tune. From the laughter of youth…
Their hands, like maps of ancient lands, Trace stories etched in gentle lines, With every word, a bridge expands, Connecting…
In the warmth of her embrace, time slows, Her stories weave through the gentle night, A tapestry of wisdom, softly…
In the mirror, lines softly trace, Stories of laughter and of grace. A journey woven with silver strands, Time’s gentle…
In the soft glow of morning light, he stands, A gentle soul with wisdom in his hands. Atticus, a beacon…