In the quiet of the night, where dreams softly tread, Words weave a tapestry, of what remains unsaid. The moonlight…
In Stratford’s gentle cradle, he first drew breath, A life of words yet unspun, a tale untold, With quill in…
In the gentle folds of love’s embrace Where silence speaks in tender tones A world unfolds in subtle grace Where…
In the quiet shadows where her words once danced, Lingers the grace of her vibrant, fleeting glance. Her spirit whispers…
In silent whispers of the night, Words weave tales in gentle flight. The pen becomes a wand of dreams, Spinning…
In ink and quill, they wove their dreams, Of love’s eternal, tender themes. Through nights so long, and days so…
In silent whispers, verses dance on pages, Threads of thought, in delicate stages, Each word a brushstroke, painting the soul,…
In the quiet moments of dawn, When shadows dance upon the walls, I hear the whispers of our shared dreams,…
In the quiet of the Irish dawn, Where verdant fields meet sky and sea, A poet’s voice once softly sang,…
In the quiet of the night, the pen begins to dance, On the canvas of thought, it sketches each chance.…