Upon the silent wings of night, he soared, William Blake, a poet, a visionary, no more. His art, his words,…
In the morning light, they sing so bright, Robins call, a melody in flight, Yet shadows loom, a whisper near,…
In the quiet of the night, a whisper calls, A reminder of our fleeting time, it falls. Like autumn leaves,…
Among the petals, soft and bright, Lies a tale of day and night, Where flowers bloom in vibrant hues, And…
In the quiet streets of Paris night, Whispers of history take their flight. Shadows dance with a ghostly grace, As…
Beneath the weeping willow’s shade, Where shadows of the lost parade, We whisper silent farewells dear, To those who no…
Under the moon’s solemn gaze, the poet’s breath did cease, In the stillness of the night, his verses found release.…
In the quiet of her chamber, she would weave, Tales of shadows, where none would grieve. Death, a gentle visitor,…
In the quiet hush of twilight’s embrace, Where shadows lengthen, and time slows its pace, There lies a realm where…
As leaves fall softly to the ground, Their whispers speak of time unbound. The twilight sky, a canvas wide, Where…