In silent chambers where shadows lie, Dickinson’s whispers of death still sigh. Her words, a dance of life and demise,…
In the hush of winter’s night, Snowflakes dance in pure delight. Blanketing the world in white, A canvas of dreams,…
Beneath the velvet canopy, the stars softly gleam, Whispering secrets only night can redeem. The moon, a guardian, in gentle…