In the quiet of the night, whispers softly call, Through shadows that dance, where moonlight falls. Hope, like a gentle…
In the soft whisper of the evening breeze, His words linger, like echoes in the trees. A voice now silent,…
In the shadow of ancient oaks we stand, Seeking whispers of hope in the night. Yeats’ dreams woven in the…
In the quiet breath of dawn’s first light, Yeats slipped away, a whisper in the night. His words linger, like…
In the golden glow of twilightâs embrace, Where dreams and reality entwine, Yeats’ love sings a timeless song, In the…
In the stillness of the evening’s glow, Where shadows drape the weary land, Yeats whispers through the winds that blow,…
In the quiet twilight, whispers of hope arise, Through the misty veils of time, they softly tread, Echoes of dreams…
Upon a winter’s night so cold, The poet’s quill was laid to rest, In whispers frail his story told, Of…
In twilight’s grace, where shadows play, A voice once bold now fades away. Yeats’ dreams in verses lie, Beneath a…
In the quiet shadows of an Irish dawn, Where whispers of the past are gently drawn, The echoes of Yeats…