In fields of green, where shadows play, Her gentle voice would guide the way. Through whispers soft, in twilight’s glow,…
The world grew silent, as the pen dropped still, When Seamus Heaney took his final breath, His words like whispers,…
Beneath the whispering pines and the evening’s glow, Robert Frost walked, where the stillness flowed. With each step, he left…
In halls of gold and silver sheen, they walk with grace unseen, Their crowns agleam, their hearts serene, in lands…
In the whispers of the night, Our names dance with the stars, Each letter a story untold, Each syllable a…
In the gentle cradle of her arms, dreams take flight, A soothing lullaby in the quiet of the night, Her…
In the halls where shadows whisper tales, Of kings and queens, in historyâs veils, Thrones of gold and hearts of…
In the garden of my twilight years, Bloom the flowers of my kin, Grandsons with hearts sincere, Their laughter a…
In the warm glow of twilightâs gentle kiss, Their stories weave a tender, timeless thread, A tapestry of moments we…
In the warmth of our home’s embrace, Laughter dances in the air, Memories weave a tapestry, Of moments beyond compare.…