In the quiet of the night, where shadows softly creep, There lies a tiny creature, in dreams it dares to…
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 of your presence, Sue, The world stands still, a breathless hush, Your whispers, like the morning dew,…
In the quiet of the morning light, Where dew-kissed petals gently sway, The whispers of the meadow’s might, In nature’s…
In quiet corners of her room, she penned, Words of solace, a friendship to transcend, Though miles apart, her spirit…
In the quiet of her room, she penned, Words of love that never end, With every stroke and every line,…
In the quiet of a poet’s mind, Where whispers of the heart entwine, There lies a hope, unyielding, kind, A…
In the quiet of the night, she pondered the end, A poet’s heart, where thoughts transcend. Death’s gentle touch, a…