In silent corridors where shadows creep, Echoes of a poetâs heart now sleep. Words once vibrant, now in stillness lie,…
In the silence of the family home, Echoes of past conversations roam, A father stern, a mother mild, Their shadows…
In the quiet of the library’s hall, Where shadows linger, whispers call, There lies a poet, silent and still, Whose…
In the shadows of their gentle gaze, He found the echoes of a tender phase. Their love, a silent, steadfast…