In the shadows of a quiet home, Where silence speaks in whispered tones, Larkin pondered life alone, His parents’ love,…
In silent corridors where shadows creep, Echoes of a poetâs heart now sleep. Words once vibrant, now in stillness lie,…
In the quiet whisper of the night, Echoes of their voices still resound, Their love, a gentle, guiding light, In…
In shadows cast by fleeting time, Larkin’s words on death do rhyme, A contemplation, somber and deep, Of the eternal,…
In the silence of the family home, Echoes of past conversations roam, A father stern, a mother mild, Their shadows…
In shadows deep, where silence weeps, Larkinâs voice, eternal, sleeps. His words, a whisper in the dark, A candle’s flicker,…
In shadows soft, their whispers blend, The roots from which his thoughts ascend. From father’s stern yet caring guide, To…
A quiet room, a final breath, In shadows deep, he met with Death, No grand farewell, no parting tears, Just…
In quiet corners of the mind, they dwell, His fatherâs stern gaze, his motherâs soft spell, Echoes of voices in…
In the quiet of the library’s hall, Where shadows linger, whispers call, There lies a poet, silent and still, Whose…