In the woven threads of history and lore, We seek the essence of what came before, The tales of cultures,…
In marble halls where whispers softly tread, The echoes of a time in grandeur spent. Each pillar stands in silent,…
In the stillness of a winter’s breath, His words now whisper through the leaves, A poet’s life, a quiet death,…
In the quiet hush of evening’s glow, When the world is still and time is slow, I open a book…
In the quiet realms of the soul, she writes, Emily, with tender strokes of ink, Crafting worlds where friendship takes…
In the quiet of her room, she wrote, Of love’s tender, secret note. Her heart a garden, wild and free,…
In shadows, where the whispers lie, She meets the stillness, not with sigh. A soul in flight, through realms unseen,…
The earth, turned by spade and pen, Whispered tales of ancient men, In fields of green where memories stay, Heaney’s…