In the quiet of her gentle verse,
Echoes of longing softly disperse.
Through gardens where the lilies bloom,
She paints a world beyond the gloom.
Her words are stars in a twilight sky,
Illuminating truths that never die.
In shadows deep, her voice remains,
A soothing balm for hidden pains.
With every line, a tender grace,
She captures time, a fleeting trace.
Her whispers dance on autumn leaves,
A melody that never grieves.
Amidst the silence, her spirit flies,
A gentle muse in soft disguise.
Through her eyes, the world anew,
A poetic realm of endless view.