In the realm of words and rhyme, Where stories weave through time, English stands a beacon bright, Guiding us with…
In the quiet corners of a sunlit room, Billy Collins’ poetry dances with the light, Each verse a soft whisper…
Across the seas, where dreams take flight, Beneath foreign skies, through endless night. With hearts of gold and spirits bright,…
In the realm of letters and sounds so bright, English whispers tales of day and night. With every sentence, a…
In the quiet of the night, words softly weave, Shadows dance, and dreams they conceive. Phrases flutter, like leaves on…
In the quiet of the night, the pen begins to dance, On the canvas of thought, it sketches each chance.…
In distant lands, they toil and strive, Leaving kin and home behind, With dreams of better lives, Their hearts forever…
In the silence of our shared walls, Echoes of unspoken words linger, Tensions rise like storms in the night, Torn…
In crowded halls, I catch your gaze, A fleeting glance, a gentle haze, Your smile, a beacon in the night,…
In the realm where ink meets paper, Thoughts transform in silent whispers, Each stroke, a dance of creative fervor, Crafting…