In the whisper of the evening’s gentle sigh,
She found her place beneath the vast, quiet sky.
With words that danced like flames upon a page,
Her spirit soared beyond the world’s cruel cage.

The echoes of her voice linger in the breeze,
A melody that time cannot appease.
Her laughter, like the tinkling of distant chimes,
Resides forever in the folds of rhymes.

The shadows speak of her enduring grace,
In twilight’s glow, they trace her timeless face.
Her heart, once fierce, now rests in tranquil sleep,
Yet in her words, her soul we still do keep.

Though death may claim her mortal frame,
Her legacy, a never-fading flame.
In every line, her essence brightly shines,
A beacon through the ever-turning tides of time.