Beneath the silver moonâs embrace, The lake mirrors a quiet grace. Stars ripple upon its gentle face, Weaving dreams in…
In the quiet corners of a restless mind, Where shadows dance with light’s embrace, William Blake paints with colors unconfined,…
In the heart of the forest, where the silence speaks, Lies a lake, a mirror to the sky, Cradled by…
In realms where imagination flies, William Blake’s visions softly rise. With whispers from the angels’ choir, His poetry ignites the…
In the twilight of the mind, where shadows play, Love whispers softly, like the petals of a rose, Embracing the…
The night descends upon his weary soul, William Blake, into the unknown he strides, His visions, now a part of…
In realms where shadows softly creep, And visions through the darkness seep, A poet’s voice begins to rise, To paint…
In shadows deep, where silence speaks, Two hearts in hushed harmony meet, Through Blake’s eyes, love’s vision peaks, A bond…