In shadows cast by ancient trees, Where whispers of the wind do weave, A flicker of hope, a gentle tease,…
In the quiet of the night, the pen begins to dance, On the canvas of thought, it sketches each chance.…
Under the moon’s soft glow, I write, Penning words that travel through the night, Each letter a piece of my…
Beneath the moon’s soft glow, shadows dance and weave, In the silent whispers of the night, stories take their leave.…
In the quiet of the night, their verses hum, The restless spirit of Sylvia’s plea, Tedâs shadows cast in the…
In the shadows of the silent night, Sylvia’s whispers echo, faint and light. A heart enveloped in endless plight, Seeking…