In gardens where her words once bloomed,
A silence whispers through the trees,
Her verses linger, soft and plumed,
Carried gently on the breeze.

The moonlight dances on her rhyme,
Echoes of her vibrant song,
In every line, a piece of time,
Where her spirit still belongs.

Though shadows claim her earthly form,
Her legacy ignites the night,
In every heart her words transform,
Casting life in brilliant light.

A poet’s soul, forever free,
Her voice a beacon in the dark,
In every stanza, we still see
The ember of her lasting spark.