In the quiet corners of Sylvia’s heart, Love sang softly, a haunting refrain. Through shadows cast by her tender art,…
In the shadows of her solitary mind, Where whispers of defiance softly creep, Sylvia weaves her words, a tapestry Of…
In the silence of the night, where whispers mourn,John Elia wanders through his thoughts, forlorn.A poet’s heart, burdened with the…
In fields where whispers softly bud, Heaneyâs pen danced with the earth, Each line a furrow, deep and true, Unearthing…
In the quiet hours of dawn’s embrace, Sylvia cradles dreams in tender hands, Whispers of lullabies weave through the air,…
In the shadows of the heart’s gentle art, Where Oscar’s whispers softly start, Love blooms with every tender trace, In…
In the whispers of the olive trees, Where shadows dance with fleeting light, Your words are woven in the breeze,…
In shadows deep where whispers grace, Sylviaâs voice, a fierce embrace, Through verse and line, her spirit flies, A beacon…
In the quiet corners of their shared space, Words danced like shadows on the wall, Echoes of love and anguish…
The fields whisper your name, Seamus, Your words, a melody of the soil, Each furrow, a line of verse, Ploughed…