In the quiet corners of her mind, Sylvia wandered through shadows vast, A solitude that wrapped her kind, In echoes…
In the quiet corners of a dusty room, Where shadows of forgotten tales loom, Words dance in the flickering light,…
Beneath the moon’s gentle glow, they pen, A symphony of whispers, soft and true, In ink they weave the tales…
In the silent halls where shadows dance, Whispering tomes hold stories vast, Bound in leather, worn by chance, Each page…
Beneath the sun’s gentle embrace, The sea whispers tales of courage, Where dreams sail on endless waves, In Hemingway’s eternal…
In the quiet of the night, a whisper calls,Through the darkened halls of time’s embrace,Echoes of a poet’s voice, where…
In the smoky haze of dim-lit bars, Where laughter mingles with despair, He scribes the truths of broken dreams, A…
In the quiet corners of the mind, Where whispers of thoughts reside, Words emerge, unrefined, In shadows where dreams confide.…
In the silence of the night, I find A sanctuary in pages worn Whispers of tales, both old and kind…