Hope is the thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never…
In the whisper of the evening’s gentle sigh, She found her place beneath the vast, quiet sky. With words that…
In the shadowed corners of a weary heart, Where whispers of sorrow softly play, The raven’s call echoes, a chilling…
In the gentle sway of moonlit dreams, Where shadows dance and silence sings, Love unfolds its tender seams, In whispered…
In the quiet of the fading light, Where shadows softly blend with dusk, She pens her thoughts with gentle might,…
In shadows deep where whispers lie, A dance begins beneath the sky. The ancient call of death’s soft breath, Guides…
In a breath, Soft words dance, Hearts entwined, we sway, Embrace the quiet moments, dear, In love. Gentle touch, Moonlit…
In whispered echoes, a voice resounds, Through corridors of time she walks, Her pen, a sword that fiercely bounds, Across…
Beneath the silver glow of night, Where shadows dance in gentle flight, Byron’s words like rivers flow, Painting dreams in…