In quiet rooms where silence reigns,
She penned her thoughts in whispered strains.
A world unseen, a soul confined,
In words alone, her heart aligned.

The gardens bloomed, the seasons passed,
Within her mind, the questions asked.
A recluse by the world’s decree,
Yet vast her realms of poetry.

Her lines, a dance of light and shade,
In solitude, her voice was made.
A gentle strength in every phrase,
Through veils of time, her spirit stays.

Though life outside she did not chase,
Her legacy, a timeless grace.
In every verse, her essence flows,
A testament to all she knows.