Mother your children are like birds

CristainCristain November 4, 2025 0 Comments 1

Verse 1 For as long as I can remember, The windows always glowed for me, In the room filled with quiet spring, And embroidered towels on the wall. In that sacred, peaceful chamber, A child’s heart would read and know Shevchenko’s kind and watchful eyes, And golden patterns in a row. Chorus Mother

Mother your children are like birds

CristainCristain October 23, 2025 0 Comments 1

Verse 1 For as long as I can remember, The windows always glowed for me, In the room filled with quiet spring, And embroidered towels on the wall. In that sacred, peaceful chamber, A child’s heart would read and know Shevchenko’s kind and watchful eyes, And golden patterns in a row. Chorus Mother

Mother your children are like birds

CristainCristain October 23, 2025 0 Comments 1

Verse 1 For as long as I can remember, The windows always glowed for me, In the room filled with quiet spring, And embroidered towels on the wall. In that sacred, peaceful chamber, A child’s heart would read and know Shevchenko’s kind and watchful eyes, And golden patterns in a row. Chorus Mother

Обзор настольных игр на сайте Pin Up-вова

CristainCristain October 6, 2025 0 Comments 1

  На сегодняшний день настольные игры становятся все более популярными среди игроков. Они предлагают возможность провести время весело и увлекательно, наслаждаясь игровым процессом в компании друзей или семьи. Наблюдается увеличение спроса на такие игры, в том числе и в онлайн формате

Mother your children are like birds

CristainCristain August 28, 2025 0 Comments 1

Verse 1 For as long as I can remember, The windows always glowed for me, In the room filled with quiet spring, And embroidered towels on the wall. In that sacred, peaceful chamber, A child’s heart would read and know Shevchenko’s kind and watchful eyes, And golden patterns in a row. Chorus Mother

Mother your children are like birds

CristainCristain August 13, 2025 0 Comments 1

Verse 1 For as long as I can remember, The windows always glowed for me, In the room filled with quiet spring, And embroidered towels on the wall. In that sacred, peaceful chamber, A child’s heart would read and know Shevchenko’s kind and watchful eyes, And golden patterns in a row. Chorus Mother