Chirp-chirp, tweet-tweet, In the morning light so sweet. Whistle-woo, trill-trill, Through the trees, a joyful thrill.
By Mohammed Almogezwi4 months ago in Earth
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the tranquil park. As the evening breeze rustled through the trees, two souls found themselves drawn together in a serendipitous encounter.
By Mohammed Almogezwi4 months ago in Marriage
