In Harlem’s embrace, where dreams ignite, Love whispers softly through the night. A melody of hope and gentle care, In…
In Harlem’s heart, a voice did rise, With words that soared across the skies, Langston Hughes, with pen in hand,…
In the rhythm of his words, love found its form, A melody of hope in the darkest storm. He painted…
In the shadows of Harlem’s heart, A poet’s voice begins to rise, Echoes of dreams, of worlds apart, Carrying hope…
In the gentle sway of moonlit nights, Where whispers of dreams softly arise, A poet’s heart finds its tender light,…
In shadows cast by history’s weight, A voice emerged, both strong and bright. Langston spoke of dreams deferred, Of hopes…
In Harlem’s shadow, dreams awake, Love’s gentle whisper, hearts to take. Through every street, a soulful song, Where hearts of…
In streets where dreams are often deferred, He painted pictures with his pen, A voice for those who were unheard,…
In Harlem’s heart, where dreams take flight, Langston’s words, a beacon of light, He penned the love of black and…
In the rhythm of Harlem nights, Where dreams dance under moonlightâs glow, A poetâs heart beats, pure and bright, Langston…