In the quiet of the afternoonâs embrace, Where shadows dance upon the wall, Emily speaks of deathâs gentle grace, A…
In the quiet of Amherstâs gentle night, Where shadows dance with moonâs soft glow, Emily pens her heartâs delight, To…
In the quiet corners of the world she found The gentle whispers of the breeze abound Where nature spoke in…
In Amherst’s quiet halls she dwelt, Her world within, a realm unfelt. With pen in hand, she wove her dreams,…
In quiet rooms where whispers dwell, The echoes of her gentle heart swell. With words unspoken, yet profound, Her friendship…
In the quiet corners of her heart, Where shadows dance and light departs, A tender whisper calls her name, In…
Hope is the thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never…
In the quiet of the fading light, Where shadows softly blend with dusk, She pens her thoughts with gentle might,…
In the quiet of her room, she sat, Where shadows danced and whispers spoke, A gentle pause, where time seemed…
In the quiet shadows where whispers fade, Lies a bond unspoken, never to parade. Between ink and paper, secrets reside,…