We fought over the smallest things,
the remote, the final bite,
yet stood like soldiers side by side
whenever came the night.
We shared our secrets, dreams, and fears,
our childhood stitched as one,
running through the halls of home
beneath the setting sun.
And even when the years grow wide
and separate our ways,
a sibling’s love remains alive
through all our changing days.
Sophia writes with a deeply romantic and historical lens. Surrounded by the beautiful ruins of her city, her poetry often reflects on the passage of time, the endurance of art, and the way love leaves...
A melody of air and light,To charm the heavy, silent night.The notes are clear, the rhythm sweet,Above the...
The chisel strikes the heavy stone,Inside a dusty room, alone.The marble yields to steady hands,Fulfilling silent, deep demands....
The pillars stand, though cracked and gray,A ghost of an imperial day.The ivy climbs the marble wall,And watches...