In quiet whispers of the dawn, she sings,
A tapestry of words woven with grace,
Mystical imagery that gently clings,
To hearts seeking solace in her embrace.

Her verses dance like shadows in the night,
Illuminating paths with soft moonbeams,
Revealing truths hidden from mortal sight,
In the silent realm of forgotten dreams.

Through her lines, a gentle strength unfolds,
A voice that echoes through the sands of time,
Touching souls with stories yet untold,
In each carefully crafted, tender rhyme.

Her legacy, a garden of the mind,
Where beauty and sorrow intertwine,
In every word, a treasure you will find,
A testament to the divine design.