In the quiet of the evening’s glow, A whisper calls from shadows deep, Where time’s gentle hands bestow A solemn…
In the stillness of her chamber, shadows fall,Emily Dickinson meets the night with grace,Whispers of eternity softly call,As time folds…
In gardens where the roses bloom, Whispers of poets fill the air, Their inked words, a gentle loom, Weaving tales…
In gardens where the wildflowers sing,Emily walks with gentle grace,Nature’s secrets softly cling,In her heart, a sacred place.The breeze carries…
In the quiet of her room she penned, A world of wonder without end. Silent whispers to the night, In…
In quiet corners of a sunlit room, Where whispers dance in gentle grace, A friendship blooms beyond the gloom, In…
In the quiet corners of her heart, Where words dance like fragile butterflies, Emily weaves love’s delicate art, A tapestry…
In the stillness of the twilight’s breath, Where shadows dance with whispered grace, She finds a solace in quiet death,…
In the quiet of her room, she pondered, The gentle shadow that whispered near, A dance with death, ever so…