In the quiet hours of the night, Raindrops dance, a delicate flight, Each droplet a note, soft and clear, Creating…
In the quiet dance of brush and hue, A world emerges, born anew, With every stroke, a story’s told, In…
Beneath the silent moonlit sky, Where shadows of the past lie, I find the strength to forgive, In the quiet…
Under the emerald canopy, where whispers of folklore roam, Lives the spirit of Ireland, in every heart and home. With…
In the whispering winds of dawn, Nature’s beauty softly speaks, Painting skies with hues of gold, While morning dew kisses…
In the quiet of the morning light, Whispers of dawn break the night, A symphony of dreams takes flight, In…
In the quiet halls where shadows drift, Her whispers linger, soft and swift. A poet’s soul, forever free, In verses…
From Stratford’s humble streets he rose, A weaver of words, a teller of woes. In London’s grand theaters, his tales…
Silent whispers in the ticking clock, Moments fade, yet memories unlock. Hours linger in the twilight’s grace, Shadows dance in…