In a room where silence softly speaks,
A poet’s heart quietly seeks,
Through pages worn by time’s embrace,
She crafts a world in her own space.
Amidst the garden’s gentle sway,
Her thoughts like petals drift away,
Each verse a bloom of hidden grace,
In solitude, she finds her place.
Beyond the glass, the world moves fast,
Yet in her words, the present’s past,
A soul untamed, yet bound by choice,
In whispered lines, she finds her voice.
The legacy of her quiet art,
Echoes within each reader’s heart,
A life unseen, yet brightly glows,
In Emily’s lines, the spirit grows.