In corridors of power, he walks alone, A beacon of hope, a leader well-known. With every step, a nation’s dreams…
In twilight’s gentle embrace he fades, The poet’s quill now rests in shade, With visions vast, his words did soar,…
In the labyrinth of words she spun, A mirror of her soul, undone, Sylvia, with a pen of fire, Painted…
In the warmth of your embrace, I find my solace, A sanctuary of love, unwavering and true. Your gentle words…
Threads of heritage spun with care, Across the loom of time and space, Each pattern tells a story rare, Of…
In the quiet hours of twilight’s embrace, I see her hands, worn yet full of grace. The gentle touch that…
In the quiet fields where you once roamed, Your voice now rests, your spirit homed. The pen that carved the…
In the frozen tundra, where whispers cease to breathe, Shadows dance in silence, beneath the icy sheath. The echoes of…