In woods of gold and twilight’s wane, Where whispers of the past remain, Robert Frost found his solace there, Among…
In soft moonlight, where whispers gently weave, Lies love as pure as morningâs dew-kissed eve. With quill in hand, he…
In the quiet night, she walked alone, A soul unbound, to realms unknown. Through shadows deep, where whispers cease, She…