In whispers of the night, her voice did fade,
A melody of words in twilightâs embrace,
Her heart, a garden of verse, now laid
To rest beneath the stars’ gentle grace.
The moonlight weaves through timeless trees,
Echoes of sonnets linger in the breeze,
Her spirit dances in the poet’s breeze,
In every line, her essence never flees.
The earth receives her with tender sighs,
A cradle for dreams and whispered goodbyes,
Her legacy, a beacon in the skies,
Guiding souls with her poetic eyes.
Though silence wraps her in its serene fold,
Her words endure, in hearts they take hold,
In every stanza, her story is told,
A timeless tale in verses bold.