In the quiet of the night, Mary dreams, Her heart dances with celestial beams. Through the corridors of time, she…
In the quietude of dawnâs early light, The whispers of nature call to me, With every leaf and every flight,…
The dawn whispers gently, calling her name, A poet’s heart now set aflame, In fields of gold where she once…
Beneath the canopy of whispering leaves, Where sunlight dances on the forest floor, I found a love so pure and…
In the quiet of the morning light, Where nature speaks in whispers kind, There lies a poet’s gentle sight, In…