In the stillness of the morning light, I find whispers of my past, Echoes of dreams and silent nights, Moments…
In the heart of the week, a silent pause, Wednesday whispers with gentle claws. A midweek muse for the weary…
In the stillness of the night, I ponder Visions of the past, they wander Through the corridors of my mind…
Life flows like a river, ever so serene, With twists and bends in the journey unseen. Through valleys of sorrow…
In the quiet shadows of the evening light, I find myself, a canvas pure and white. A tale of dreams,…
In the silence of the morning light, We find the lessons that life bestows, Each moment whispers a hidden might,…
In the shadow of history’s weight, Heaney’s pen bled ink and truth, Through fields of green and sorrow’s gate, He…