Beneath the golden hues of time’s gentle hand, Where whispers of the past in soft breezes stand, Lies a world…
In the quiet dusk of our forgotten spring, Where laughter once danced on every breeze, Now silence reigns, a somber…
In the stillness of dawn’s tender embrace, The gentle shepherd walks with grace, His light pierces through the darkest night,…
In fields where whispers of history lay, The soil remembers every tear and sigh, Seamus, with words like gentle clay,…
In the quiet of the morning light, I hear your laughter in the breeze, A gentle whisper that softly sighs,…
As the shadows lengthened on the wall, Your gentle hand slipped away from mine. In the silence, I heard a…
Monday’s dawn, a fresh start beckons, With dreams renewed, the heart awakens. The world is new, the slate is clear,…
In the dawn of each new day, A canvas waits, untouched, serene, With colors of dreams yet to display, And…
In fields where shadows linger long, Heaney weaves his timeless song, Of lands where silence speaks of fear, And echoes…
In the silence where the shadows grow, The sky weeps with forgotten stars, Echoes of time in a gentle flow,…