In the quiet shadow where legends rest, Her voice, a symphony, still sings, A tapestry woven of strength and grace,…
In the stillness of the morning light, Her words echo through time, A beacon of courage and might, Inspiring hearts…
In the dim glow of streetlights, he walked alone, A poet’s heart, with stories carved in stone. The world, a…
In the heart of Harlem, where dreams unfold, Langston’s words, a symphony bold, Through love’s embrace, stories are told, A…
In the silence where words once thrived, The echoes of your voice survive, Through fields of thought and verse profound,…
In shadows cast by moonlit skies, Where whispers of the heart are heard, Langston’s love in verses lies, His soul…
The world grew silent, as the pen dropped still, When Seamus Heaney took his final breath, His words like whispers,…
In the shadows of her silent room, Where whispers echo in the gloom, Sylvia sits with thoughts so deep, In…
In the labyrinth of thoughts, he wandered anon, A poet’s heart, with a melancholy tone. Words like whispers of winds…