Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage…
In the quiet of the night, your voice still echoes, Through the winding lanes of verse and prose, The flames…
In the quiet dusk of evening’s glow, Where whispers of the past softly flow, A poet’s love, unyielding and true,…
In the shadow of the setting sun, He walked a path of twilight, bold, With words so fierce, his battle…
In the quiet whisper of twilightâs embrace, Your love, Dylan, lingers like a poetic trace, A sonnet of hearts in…
Under the moon’s solemn gaze, the poet’s breath did cease, In the stillness of the night, his verses found release.…
In the whispers of the night, your name I call, A beacon of light in the darkest hall. Through tempest…
In the whispers of the night, your words do sing, Like the gentle breeze that caresses the trees, Your love,…