In gardens where the roses bloom, Whispers of poets fill the air, Their inked words, a gentle loom, Weaving tales…
In the bustling streets of Brooklyn, he roamed, With verses like whispers, seeds he had sown. A voice of the…
In the whisper of the leaves, I hear Walt’s song, A melody of earth, where souls belong. Through the ancient…
In the heart of America, a voice arose, A poet of the people, his verses composed, With leaves of grass,…
In the gentle embrace of the morning dew, Where light and shadow dance in harmony, I hear the whispers of…