Upon the midnight sea so vast and deep, A ship sails forth, where shadows gently creep. Its sails are tattered,…
In the quiet of the night, a whisper heard, Philip Larkinâs voice, in shadows, stirred. Words of death, in somber…
In the quiet whisper of the morning mist, He cast his line into eternity’s stream. The ripples danced, a gentle…
Beneath the shroud of twilight’s gentle embrace, Lies the whisper of souls in their final place. Shadows dance with memories…
In the quiet whisper of autumn’s breeze, Your words linger, a soft melody, A symphony of verses, tender and wise,…
In the quiet hush of eveningâs breath, When shadows dance with ghostly grace, I ponder Dickinsonâs embrace of death, A…
Beneath the lantern’s gentle glow, they sleep, In fields of jade, where silent ancestors weep. The river’s song, a lullaby…