In the heart of America, a voice arose, A poet of the people, his verses composed, With leaves of grass,…
In shadows deep where poems weep, Lies Edna’s heart in eternal sleep. Her words once danced on pages bright, Now…
In the shadows of neon lights, he roamed, A poet of the streets, a wanderer unknown. Life’s rough edges sculpted…
In shadows deep, where whispers lie, A heart once touched by loveâs sweet sigh. Edgar, your love, a haunting tale,…