Eyes like windows to the soul, Reflecting dreams, stories untold, Gazing into the depths of light, They reveal the heart’s…
In the silent whispers of the night, Colors dance upon the canvas of dreams, Brushstrokes weave tales of light, Art…
When mortal coil doth shuffle off its weight, And time doth end its endless, cruel race, The silent night shall…
In the depths of time, love’s tale was spun, By Shakespeare’s quill, under the moon’s gentle glow, With words that…
In the shadow of the Maloti mountains, Where the land whispers ancient tales, The Sesotho spirit flows like rivers, Through…
In fields where shadows whisper tales, The echoes of a poet’s voice prevail, Seamus Heaney’s ink, so deep, so frail,…
In fields of emerald, memories unfurl, Her hands, worn yet tender, teach and twirl, Through tales of old, in whispers…
In the quiet of the night, a whisper calls, Through the corridors of time, it softly falls. The soul of…
Amidst the whispering pines, our love did bloom, Beneath the moonlit sky, dispelling all gloom. In nature’s embrace, our hearts…