Love is the prayer that birds sing, their melodies weaving through the morning mist. It’s the soft rustle of feathers against the canvas of dawn, a whispered plea for grace. Imagine your heart as a drawer of blessings, each one carefully folded and tucked away. When you open it, you feel the weight of these sacred bonds—their colors vibrant, their touch both tender and resilient. In the quiet abyss of days, where shadows reign and light tiptoes cautiously, love finds its path. It navigates the voids, tracing constellations of hope. Time becomes silent, and silence itself becomes a balm, soothing … Continue reading Love’s nature