Through the corridors of time, his words still echo, A melancholic serenade, in shadows they glow. Verses that dance with…
In the quiet whispers of the night, Your verses echo through the time, A poet’s soul in endless flight, With…
In the quiet whispers of the night, Where shadows dance with moon’s light, A soul of sorrow, deep and wise,…
In the labyrinth of thoughts, he wandered anon, A poet’s heart, with a melancholy tone. Words like whispers of winds…