A soft mist arises, cloaking the fields, a shroud of mystery that wraps the dawn. I walk among whispers, a fleeting touch of nature’s secrets— dew-kissed petals, hidden life beneath, every moment a treasure.
- Dora Male
A soft mist arises, cloaking the fields, a shroud of mystery that wraps the dawn. I walk among whispers, a fleeting touch of nature’s secrets— dew-kissed petals, hidden life beneath, every moment a treasure.