In my fantasies, I dream of a silent place,
Where only the birds dare to sing,
Their sweet melodies lighting up the morning.
A shelf full of books,
Each page bringing me back to life,
Whispering, I belong in between the lines.
A garden blooming with flowers,
so radiant they seem to smile,
Filling the atmosphere with their fragrance.
And a fireplace comfy and enduring
Waiting eagerly to keep me warm
As I read my favorite words
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 11:49 AM UTC
In my fantasies, I dream of a silent place,
Where only the birds dare to sing,
Their sweet melodies lighting up the morning.
A shelf full of books,
Each page bringing me back to life,
Whispering, I belong in between the lines.
A garden blooming with flowers,
so radiant they seem to smile,
Filling the atmosphere with their fragrance.
And a fireplace comfy and enduring
Waiting eagerly to keep me warm
As I read my favorite words