In the tender whisper of dawn’s first light, Your memory dances, vivid and bright. Though shadows fall and time does…
In the quiet of the night, a whisper heard, Philip Larkinâs voice, in shadows, stirred. Words of death, in somber…
In the quiet whisper of the fading dusk, Where shadows linger and memories rust, A gentle breeze carries the final…
Beneath the shroud of twilight’s gentle embrace, Lies the whisper of souls in their final place. Shadows dance with memories…
In the quiet hush of night’s embrace, Where shadows dance and stars find place, A whisper soft, a gentle breeze,…