In the quiet corners of a libraryâs embrace, Billy Collins spins tales of gentle grace. With words that dance like…
In the quiet dawn, the earth awakens, Wrapped in mist, the forest breathes, Gentle whispers through rustling leaves, A symphony…
In the quiet whisper of the night, Words dance upon the silent air, Crafting dreams in gentle flight, A tapestry…
In the realm where shadows dance, Blake’s visions take their flight, A world of dreams and mystic chance, Lit by…
In fields where whispers dance with the breeze, Heaney’s verses bloom like the morning light, Each line a journey through…
In the silent woods where Frost’s whispers roam, Among the birches, dreams find their home. The path unwinds through shadows…
In the quiet of the night, words softly play, Dancing on the edge of dreams untold, Each line a whisper,…
In the heart of the ancient grove, Where time stands still and whispers rove, The trees converse in rustling tones,…
In the quiet of her gentle verse, Echoes of longing softly disperse. Through gardens where the lilies bloom, She paints…
In the garden of mystic dreams, where silence sings, A soul named Khusro dances with timeless grace, His words, a…