In the silence of the night, his words did flow, A poetâs heart, with tales of woe. Embracing sorrow, as…
In shadows deep, his thoughts did weave, A tapestry of sorrow, love, and grief. With every word, a sigh released,…
Beneath the tranquil sky, the shepherd roams, Through verdant fields and rolling hills so wide, His heart, a vessel of…
In the quiet corners of his mind, Where shadows dance and whispers bind, John Elia found his voice so rare,…