The soil cradles forgotten dreams, a tapestry of seeds buried in whispers, waiting for the kiss of rain, a gentle touch from the clouds, a promise of rebirth, where every heartbeat springs anew.
- Tadeusz Różewicz
The soil cradles forgotten dreams, a tapestry of seeds buried in whispers, waiting for the kiss of rain, a gentle touch from the clouds, a promise of rebirth, where every heartbeat springs anew.