In the quiet shadows where silence reigns, Larkin contemplates the ceaseless flow, Of time’s relentless, unyielding chains, Where whispers of…
In shadows deep, the silence speaks, A realm where time no longer seeks, The gentle fall of whispered breath, In…
In the quiet of the night, shadows softly fall, Whispers of farewell echo through the hall. A gentle breeze carries…
In the morning light, he cast his line, Into the sea, vast and divine. With gentle waves and whispering breeze,…
In the shadowed alleys of Paris, where whispers dwell, The cobblestones echo tales of silent farewells. A gentle breeze carries…
Beneath the silent night, shadows softly creep, Where whispers linger, and secrets gently weep. The moon casts a silver glow…
In the stillness of the shadowed eve, Where moonlight dances on silent streams, A voice once fervent now softly weaves,…
In the quiet of the evening’s glow, A whisper calls from shadows deep, Where time’s gentle hands bestow A solemn…
In the silence of a fleeting breath, Lies a dash between life and death. A whisper of moments, so brief,…
In the quiet halls where lanterns softly glow, Spirits wander, their stories etched in time, Each breath of incense carries…