In the gentle breath of whispered lines, A lover’s plea transcends all time. Shakespeare’s quill, a magic wand, Weaves tales…
In the realm where love and words entwine, A bard’s sweet verses still softly chime, Through centuries, they whisper and…
In the quiet of the night, I find my muse, With pen in hand, I let my thoughts diffuse. Each…
In the quiet corners of the night, Where moonlight whispers soft and bright, I find a world within my grasp,…
In Stratford’s quiet, humble town, A bard was born to earn renown. With quill in hand, the world he’d sway,…
In the quiet of the evening’s light, A poet’s spirit took its flight, W.B. Yeats, whose words did weave A…
In the quiet chambers of her mind, Where whispers weave through hollow halls, Sylvia’s thoughts, a tangled bind, Dance alone,…