In the quiet woods where shadows play, A poet’s voice has gone away. His words once danced with frost and…
Amidst the rustling leaves and gentle breeze, The poets found their muse, with hearts at ease, In verdant forests and…
In whispers of the wind and rustling leaves, Where paths diverge in yellow woods, A poetâs heart finds solace and…
In woods so lovely, dark, and deep, Where Frost’s words do softly creep, Echoes of a poet’s mind, In every…
In quiet woods where shadows play, And sunlight dances through the day, There speaks a voice so soft and clear,…
In the quiet glades where shadows dance, Beneath the whispering trees of chance, Robert Frost’s love weaves a tender thread,…
Beneath the boughs of frosted pine, we tread, In silence, where the poet’s whispers lead, The winter’s breath, a chill…
In the quiet woods where shadows play, I found a path of whispers, soft and true, Beneath the canopy where…