In the quiet of the night, your words softly sing, Echoes of love, in every gentle spring. Emily, your heart,…
Hope is the thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never…
In the quiet night, she walked alone, A soul unbound, to realms unknown. Through shadows deep, where whispers cease, She…
In the quiet halls where shadows drift, Her whispers linger, soft and swift. A poet’s soul, forever free, In verses…
In the quiet halls of Amherst’s domain, Where shadows of thoughts softly reign, Emily’s pen dances in twilight’s embrace, Crafting…
In Emily’s garden, whispers of the breeze, Through petals soft, and towering trees. A world where nature’s secrets bloom, In…
In the quiet of her room, she wrote, Words of wonder, thoughts afloat. A world unseen, in lines she drew,…
In quiet rooms where thoughts entwine, A friendship blooms, so pure, divine. With pen in hand, she writes her song,…
In quiet rooms where shadows play, Her words of love dance and sway, A heart that beats with gentle grace,…
Hope is the thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never…