In the heart of America, a voice arose, A poet of the people, his verses composed, With leaves of grass,…
In boundless fields of golden light, he roamed, A voice of many, singing songs untamed, Leaves of Grass, his legacy,…
In the stillness of the twilight hour, A voice once vibrant, now a whisper, Maya’s words, a timeless power, Her…
In the quiet corners of his mind, Where shadows dance and whispers bind, John Elia found his voice so rare,…
In the quiet of the evening’s gentle embrace, Where shadows dance and whispers trace, The woods are lovely, dark, and…