In the quiet dawn, the river speaks, A gentle hymn, the earth it seeks. Through valleys deep and mountains high,…
Beneath the darkened, churning skies, The wind begins its mournful cry, As clouds converge in mighty force, A storm is…
In the heart of the whispering pines, where shadows softly play, Lies a grove of timeless peace, where spirits gently…
In the quiet of his presence, strength does reside, A gentle force, like the ocean’s tide. Unseen by many, yet…
In the quiet of the library’s hall, Where shadows linger, whispers call, There lies a poet, silent and still, Whose…
In the silent night, the trees do talk, Their leaves whisper secrets as shadows walk. Beneath the silver moon, they…
Beneath the moonâs tender glow, we dance, In the embrace of the oceanâs endless trance. Waves kiss the shore with…
In the quiet moments, I hear her voice, Echoing strength, resilience, and choice. Maya’s words, a beacon in the night,…
In the rhythm of Harlem nights, Where dreams dance under moonlightâs glow, A poetâs heart beats, pure and bright, Langston…