In the stillness of the night, whispers call, Echoes of a soul in endless plight, Through the veil of shadows,…
In the whispering winds of memory’s embrace, Echoes of your voice linger in the night, A dance of words woven…
In the shadow of giants, she stood tall, Her voice a beacon in the darkest night, Words woven with grace,…
In the gentle gaze of their innocent eyes, Lies a world untold, vast and wide, Dreams woven from dusk till…
In the heart of bustling Brooklyn, a poet was born, With eyes that saw beyond the common morn. He walked…
Upon a winter’s night so cold, The poet’s quill was laid to rest, In whispers frail his story told, Of…
In the quiet dawn, her lullaby sings, A melody of love, with gentle wings. Her touch, a balm, to soothe…
In the hush of winter’s final breath, Where snowy whispers meet the earth, Robert Frost found his peaceful rest, Embraced…
In halls of gold, where whispers weave, A lineage bound, no soul shall leave. Beneath the crown, a heart so…
In halls adorned with gold and light, Kings and queens rule day and night. Their crowns, a symbol of their…