Their hands, like maps of ancient lands, Trace stories etched in gentle lines, With every word, a bridge expands, Connecting…
In the warmth of her embrace, time slows, Her stories weave through the gentle night, A tapestry of wisdom, softly…
In the quiet of her room she penned, A world of wonder without end. Silent whispers to the night, In…
In gardens where her words once bloomed, A silence whispers through the trees, Her verses linger, soft and plumed, Carried…
In fields of emerald, where words take flight, Heaney’s verses dance in the golden light. Each line a journey, deep…
In the garden of memories, they blossom bright, With laughter like sunshine, hearts take flight. Innocence dances in their sparkling…
In Stratford where the Avon flows, A child of wonder, a playwright arose. With quill in hand, he shaped the…
In the quiet corners of her home, Where stories linger in every fold, Her gentle voice a soothing balm, A…
In the gentle embrace of the morning light, She wandered through fields, her heart in flight. With every step, the…