In the quiet of a morning’s breath, she soared, Her words a symphony, a timeless song, Through realms of dreams…
In the realm of words and tales, You guide us through the literary sails. Enchanting us with stories untold, In…
In the quiet morning light she stands, A gentle guardian, with caring hands, Her whispers weave through dreams untold, In…
In the quiet of the morning light, Where shadows dance with gentle grace, A poet’s voice takes flight, Whispering through…
The stars above seem dimmer now, A guiding light has ceased to glow, The world feels colder, somehow, As I…
In the strength of his embrace, I find my solace, Through life’s winding path, he’s my compass. His gentle words,…
The world stood still, a quiet sigh, When Maya Angelou spread her wings to fly, Her voice, a beacon, now…
In the quiet of the morning dawn, Your voice gently calls to me, Teaching me of worlds unknown, Through stories…
In the quiet of the autumn eve, she slumbers, Beneath the stars, her spirit softly numbers, Words once woven in…
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage…