In shadows cast by fleeting time, John Elia walked a path unknown, With words that danced and thoughts that climbed,…
In the shadows of solitude he roamed, A poet’s heart, forever seeking home. Words like whispers, soft and profound, In…
Beneath the ancient oaks he wanders slow, A shepherd lost in thoughts both deep and wide, Where gentle streams of…
In the quiet fields where shadows dance, A shepherd walks with gentle chance, Among the hills where echoes sing, He…
In the shadows of words unspoken, John Elia wanders with a heavy soul, Seeking solace in the night’s embrace, Where…
In the shadows of twilight, his words took flight, A tapestry of sorrow, of longing, and of night. With inked…
Beneath the moonâs soft, silver light, The shepherd guards his flock by night, In fields where shadows gently fall, He…