In the quiet corners of a poet’s mind, Where words dance in subtle grace, Billy Collins’ whispers find A world…
In the quiet of a dusky room, Where shadows dance and thoughts bloom, I find a world within my grasp,…
In the quiet of the night, words softly tread, Like whispers carried by the gentle breeze, They weave through dreams…
In the quiet of the night, thoughts take flight, Words dance upon the page, in the soft moonlight. Ideas blossom…
In whispers soft and phrases grand, The English language takes its stand. With words that dance, and sounds that sing,…
In the quiet of the night, words begin to dance, Weaving stories of love, of sorrow, and chance. They whisper…
In the quiet hush of twilight’s grace, Where shadows stretch and softly lace, Whispers of the eternal muse, In the…
In the quiet of the night, where silence reigns, I find a realm where words take flight. Poetry, a dance…
Language, a river flowing through time, Carving paths in the hearts of humanity, With every word, a bridge, a chime,…
In the quiet of the night, Where dreams and thoughts collide, Poetry whispers softly, Secrets it cannot hide. Each word…