In the realm of words and whispered dreams, Two souls met beneath the moon’s tender beams. Ted, with verses like…
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 the shadows of the night, where whispers softly play, There lies a tale of love and pain, of a…
In streets where dreams are often deferred, He painted pictures with his pen, A voice for those who were unheard,…
In the heart of Harlemâs streets so wide, Where dreams and hopes in shadows hide, There lived a man with…
In the quiet whispers of Harlem nights, Your words like jazz, a symphony of lights. Through every stanza, love’s embrace,…
In the shadows of poetic minds entwined, Where love and torment fiercely combined, Ted and Sylvia, a tale of woe…
In the rhythm of Harlem nights, Where dreams dance under moonlightâs glow, A poetâs heart beats, pure and bright, Langston…