In the silent corridors of thought, Where shadows linger and memories fade, Larkin’s pen uncovers what is sought, In lines…
In the quiet corners of forgotten streets,Echoes of laughter and whispered dreams,Old stones bear witness to fleeting feats,As time unwinds…
In the golden glow Cicadas sing sweet secrets Beneath the warm skies Gentle breezes dance Through fields of emerald dreams…
In the quiet whispers of dawn’s gentle breath, I find the echoes of a soul not yet formed, Searching through…
In the mirror’s quiet gaze, A soul seeks its own name, Through layers of forgotten days, It searches in silent…
In the silence of the night, I wander alone, Seeking the whispers of my own soul. The stars above, they…
In April’s tender whisper, the earth begins to wake, The gentle touch of morning sun, a promise it will make.…