Creator

She sows the seeds of trust and beauty,Sustaining life in each space.With delicate hands,

In your eyes, I see the light,A universe of dreams, both dull and brilliant.With simply a look, a quiet supplication,A profundity of contemplations, a secret.They hold the past, the delight,

Underneath the moon's pale, transitory light,Shadows bend in quiet flight.They stretch and influence,

December murmurs through the trees,A chilly breath upon the breeze.Snowflakes dance in twilight's shine,Covering the earth beneath.Evenings develop longer,

In the glow of home, where love is developed,A family's heart is all its own.Through chuckling, tears, and calm days,We share our lives in endless ways.Connected at the hip,

She stands, major areas of strength for solid valid,A voice that reverberations, striking and new.Through preliminaries confronted, she ascends high,Her soul taking off,

Winter's breath is cold and clear,Murmuring delicately, moving close.Ice decorates the window's edge,Cold examples,

You might step on me, yet I won't break,With each difficulty, I ascend from the throb.Like residue in the breeze, I'll take off and oppose,A phoenix on fire, aiming high.My soul unwavering,

In her eyes, a universe wide,1,000 stories, where dreams impact.She is the moon, delicate and splendid,Furthermore, the tempest,

In morning light, the world feels still,A delicate quiet, a sweet generosity.Espresso brews, the aroma of harmony,Time dials back, the heart's delivery.Nature murmurs, birds take off,Minutes wait,