In the quiet realms of the soul, she writes, Emily, with tender strokes of ink, Crafting worlds where friendship takes…
In the quiet of her room, she wrote, Of love’s tender, secret note. Her heart a garden, wild and free,…
“Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never…
In shadows, where the whispers lie, She meets the stillness, not with sigh. A soul in flight, through realms unseen,…
In the quiet of Amherst, your spirit lies, Whispering secrets to the twilight skies. Poems unspoken, dreams unfound, In deathâs…
In the quiet of her room, she wrote, Words like whispers, soft and remote, Sue was her muse, her silent…
The whispering woods did call her name, In twilight’s soft and gentle frame, Where sunlight kissed the forest floor, And…
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 the quiet of her chamber, love softly blooms, Emily’s heart, a garden of secret rooms. Each petal whispers tales…