In the quiet corners of her room, she wrote, Of friendships deep, yet words she never spoke. A silent bond,…
In the quiet of the night, your words softly sing, Echoes of love, in every gentle spring. Emily, your heart,…
Beneath the twilight’s tender veil, she rests, With words that once ignited hearts and minds, The poet’s flame has found…
Shadows dance where he once walked, Beneath the moon’s pale, silent light. In the stillness, a raven talks, Of a…
In the whispers of the night, your name I call, A beacon of light in the darkest hall. Through tempest…
In the stillness of the night, shadows creep, A whisper of the silent end, so deep. The stars above, a…
In smoky rooms with dim-lit faces, He penned his thoughts in shadowed places, With every sip of bitter ale, He…
In shadows deep, where visions lie, William Blake saw heavens high. With pen and ink, his soul did fly, To…
In shadows deep, where dreams take flight, A voice arose, piercing the night. With words that danced, a soul so…
In fields where the wild grasses grow, The words of Heaney softly flow. His pen, a plough that tills the…