In the quiet corners of the mind, Where whispers of thoughts reside, The poet’s pen begins its dance, Painting worlds…
In the quietude of night, the pen begins its dance,Across the page, it weaves a dreamlike trance.Its ink, a river…
In the quiet corners of the mind, A spark ignites, a story unwinds. Through the maze of thoughts, it weaves,…
In the quiet corners of her mind, Where whispers of doubt softly tread, Sylvia cradles her tender thoughts, As new…
Beneath the moon’s gentle glow, they pen, A symphony of whispers, soft and true, In ink they weave the tales…
In the quiet of the library’s embrace,Pages rustle with a gentle grace.Whispers of tales yet to unfold,Stories of new, and…
In the silence of the night, words softly dance, Under the moonâs gentle, silver glance. Each verse a whisper, a…
In the quiet of the night, where dreams softly tread, Words weave a tapestry, of what remains unsaid. The moonlight…
In the quiet corners of the mind, Where whispers of thoughts reside, Words emerge, unrefined, In shadows where dreams confide.…
In the quiet of the night, I write, Words dance upon the page, soft and bright, Echoes of dreams and…