In the quiet corners of her mind,
Where words and whispers intertwine,
Emily found a friendship rare,
In letters, poems, and the air.
Her solitude a gentle friend,
With every line, a message sent,
To souls sheâd never truly meet,
Yet in her heart, they found a seat.
Through silent halls of time and space,
Her words would travel, leave a trace,
Of tender thoughts and quiet grace,
A friendship found in every place.
In nature’s arms, her spirit soared,
A bond with life forever stored,
Emilyâs friendship, soft and true,
In every line, it grew and grew.