Beneath the ancient oaks, we strolled the cobbled ways, In the heart of London, where history lays, The Thames whispered…
In the quiet of the evening light, Atticus whispered words unspoken, Love that lingers in the soft night, Hearts that…
In the quiet whispers of the night, Lies the essence of the poet’s might. Words dance upon the silent air,…
Beneath the golden sun’s embrace, a land so vast and free, Where children run with laughter pure, beneath the Baobab…
In dreams, he wandered through ethereal light, A visionary with a heart so bright. His words, a tapestry of heaven…
In fields where the furrows sing, Your words bloom like ancient oaks, Whispering tales of toil and grace, Carved in…
In the quiet whispers of the midnight air, Robert Frost’s words weave through the night, His verses, a dance of…
In the quiet of the evening’s gentle embrace, Where shadows dance and whispers trace, The woods are lovely, dark, and…
In the quiet depths of twilight’s embrace, Stars awaken, casting a celestial lace. The moon whispers secrets of ancient lore,…
In the labyrinth of thoughts, he wandered anon, A poet’s heart, with a melancholy tone. Words like whispers of winds…