Why We’re Mini-Obsessed
My Miniature Magic
I wandered deep where silence dwells, Inside the walls my heartbeat tells.
A dollhouse made with thread and glue, Each piece a love I shaped for you.
My tiny dreams, once shy and small, Now bloom in rooms and papered hall. Lost in lace and crafted wood, I found a world that understood.
With every shelf, each handmade part, I built a home to hold my heart.
