In the quiet corners of ancient libraries, Where dust and dreams entwine, The whispers of old pages speak, Of tales…
In the garden of tongues, English blooms, With petals of phrases, in countless rooms, It whispers secrets in the night,…
In the quiet corners of the soul, words dance, A gentle waltz of whispers, soft and slow, They weave a…
In the quiet of the night, tears fall like rain, Echoes of sorrow, whispers of pain. Each drop a story,…
In libraries vast and quiet halls, Where whispers of old tales do call, Each page a portal, each word a…
In the realm of whispers and echoes, Words weave a tapestry unseen, A dance of tongues, both old and new,…
In realms where letters softly blend, The English language knows no end, A symphony of words and rhyme, Transcending boundaries,…
In the quiet of the night, words dance Like whispers in the windâs embrace They weave tales of love and…
In the silent corners of my mind, Where dreams of you reside, I find a place where thoughts unwind, And…
In whispers soft, we find our way, Through nights that fade to dawn, A bridge of thoughts, a gentle sway,…