Upon the silent wings of night, he soared, William Blake, a poet, a visionary, no more. His art, his words,…
Beneath the sky so vast and blue, Lies a lake, a tranquil view. Whispering secrets to the breeze, Dancing with…
In whispers soft, where shadows dream, Love’s tender light begins to gleam, Through Blake’s quill, emotions soar, A timeless dance…
In the silence of the eternal night, William Blake finds his peaceful rest. His soul takes flight on wings so…
In twilight’s grasp, where shadows play, A poet dreams of endless day, With words that dance, both fierce and bright,…
Beneath the whispering willows, the lake lies still, A mirror of the heavens, calm and tranquil. Ripples dance upon its…
In shadows deep, where visions lie, William Blake saw heavens high. With pen and ink, his soul did fly, To…