In silent halls where shadows danced, Awoke the light of ancient lore, A time of change, a second chance, To…
In shadows cast by history’s weight, A voice emerged, both strong and bright. Langston spoke of dreams deferred, Of hopes…
In streets where dreams are often deferred, He painted pictures with his pen, A voice for those who were unheard,…
In the heart of ancient lands, where whispers roam, The Renaissance blooms, a phoenix from the gloom. With brush and…
In times of yore, a spark ignites the soul, Awakening minds from shadows dark and cold. The Renaissance, a beacon…
In the rhythm of Harlem nights, Where dreams dance under moonlightâs glow, A poetâs heart beats, pure and bright, Langston…