In quiet rooms where shadows play, Her words of love dance and sway, A heart that beats with gentle grace,…
Hope is the thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never…
Beneath the shroud of twilight’s gentle embrace, Lies the whisper of souls in their final place. Shadows dance with memories…
In the quiet whisper of autumn’s breeze, Your words linger, a soft melody, A symphony of verses, tender and wise,…
In the stillness of the midnight hour, Where dreams and shadows intertwine, There lies a love, both sweet and sour,…
In the shadows of a moonlit night, Where whispers of the past take flight, Lies the tale of a soul,…
In the whispers of the night, your words do sing, Like the gentle breeze that caresses the trees, Your love,…
In the quiet hush of eveningâs breath, When shadows dance with ghostly grace, I ponder Dickinsonâs embrace of death, A…