In the quiet depths of Yeats’ mind, Where ancient dreams softly unwind, Hope weaves its gentle, golden thread, Amidst the…
In twilight’s gentle glow, a whisper stirs the air, Yeats’ love, eternal, dances in the fading light. Through verses woven,…
In the quiet shadows of a moonlit night,Love weaves its tales in whispers soft and light.Yeats’ words, a dance of…
Amidst the Irish hills, his spirit wanders,Where words once danced in twilight’s gentle glow,The echoes of his voice, like tender…
Beneath the ancient Irish skies, where legends weave their lore, There blooms a love so timeless, in Yeats’ heart it…
In the whisper of the wind, your name I hear, A soft echo of love, so pure, so dear. Through…
In the silent breaths of twilight, Where shadows softly weave, Yeats whispers hope in the night, A promise we can…
In twilight’s grace, where shadows play, A voice once bold now fades away. Yeats’ dreams in verses lie, Beneath a…
In the quiet whispers of the night, Where dreams and shadows softly play, There lies a love, so pure and…