In the quiet corners of her mind,
Where shadows danced with light,
Emily wove her silent words,
In the solitude of night.
Her heart, a garden of untamed blooms,
Whispered secrets to the breeze,
A world unseen, yet deeply felt,
In the hush of autumn leaves.
Through the panes of her secluded room,
She gazed at lifeâs parade,
Capturing the essence of existence,
In verses she carefully laid.
A soul adrift in boundless thoughts,
Found refuge in her rhyme,
Emily Dickinson’s life unfurled,
In the timelessness of time.