In the quiet hush of eveningâs breath, When shadows dance with ghostly grace, I ponder Dickinsonâs embrace of death, A…
In fields where the furrows sing, Your words bloom like ancient oaks, Whispering tales of toil and grace, Carved in…
In the quiet whispers of the midnight air, Robert Frost’s words weave through the night, His verses, a dance of…
In the quiet of the evening’s gentle embrace, Where shadows dance and whispers trace, The woods are lovely, dark, and…
In the quiet of the night, her words arise, Whispering secrets of the soul, so wise. Christina’s verses, like a…
In the quiet of the night, my pen begins its dance, On the paper, it moves with a silent trance.…
In Stratford-upon-Avon, a legend was born, By the banks of the Avon, where dreams adorn, A playwright and poet, with…