In the gentle sway of ancient trees, Stories of old softly unfurl, Echoes of laughter, songs of peace, In the…
Silken whispers in the morning light, Draping softly over dreams of the night. A cloak of warmth on winter’s chill,…
In the shadows of time, their whispers rise, Carved in stone, where truth defies, Through chains and storms, they paved…
In the whispers of ancient stones, Lies the echo of dreams untold, Carved by hands now dust and bone, Yet…
In the dawn’s embrace, a flag unfurls, A tapestry woven with courage and dreams, Voices of history echo in the…
In the heart of bustling streets, Where stories blend and time retreats, The English life unfolds its charm, In every…
In the shadow of the baobab tree, Whispers of history linger in the air, Tales of lands carved by foreign…
In fields of emerald green they lie, The whispers of the past, a gentle sigh. Heaney’s words, like rivers flow,…