In the quiet of the night, where shadows softly creep, We hear the whispers of the poets, who never truly…
In the quiet shadows of a moonlit night,Love weaves its tales in whispers soft and light.Yeats’ words, a dance of…
In the quiet of her room, she penned, Words of love that never end, With every stroke and every line,…
In quiet halls where shadows play, She pens the words she dares not say, A love so deep, so softly…
In the shadows of the night, where dreams do softly weave, There lies a love so tender, that hearts can…
In the twilight of a fading day, Where shadows dance and whispers play, Love’s tender touch, an artist’s hand, Paints…