In the silence of the dawnâs early light, Lies a whisper, tender and slight, A gentle call to bow and…
In the quiet morning light, he stands, A figure steadfast, with gentle hands. His eyes, a map of time’s embrace,…
In the golden light of dawn, they roam, Majestic beings with hearts like home. Through ancient forests, vast and wide,…
In the quiet of morning, he rises with grace, Carrying burdens none other could face. With eyes that hold wisdom…
In the quiet corners of the world he stands, A beacon shining bright with gentle hands. His heart, a well…
In the mirror, a strangerâs face I see, Lines and wrinkles tell tales of glee, Yet within these marks, stories…
In the quiet corners of their gentle smiles, Lies the wisdom of ages, softly compiled. Their hands, a map of…
In the quiet corners of her home, Where shadows dance with evening light, A gentle voice, a soft embrace, Grandmotherâs…
In the whisper of morning light, Lines etch softly upon the face, Each a story, a silent fight, A testament…