In the quiet of her room, she wrote, Of love’s tender, secret note. Her heart a garden, wild and free,…
In the quiet of Amherst, your spirit lies, Whispering secrets to the twilight skies. Poems unspoken, dreams unfound, In deathâs…
In a quiet room she dwelled, With thoughts that soared, her heart compelled. Through the window, the world she spied,…
In the quiet of her garden, whispers of her soul, Emilyâs tender words would softly unroll. Friends in letters, unseen…
In silent chambers where shadows lie, Dickinson’s whispers of death still sigh. Her words, a dance of life and demise,…
In the stillness of her room, Where words breathed life and bloom, She penned her thoughts on death, And whispered…
In the quiet dawn, your laughter chimes A melody that brightens my days Your eyes, like stars, in a sky…
In the quiet of the morning light, Where dew-kissed petals gently sway, The whispers of the meadow’s might, In nature’s…
In the hush of twilight’s end, Where shadows softly blend, Lies the silence, deep and vast, A realm where time…
In the quiet of the night, she pondered the end, A poet’s heart, where thoughts transcend. Death’s gentle touch, a…