In the hush of dusk, a whispered tale,
Lies a realm of stillness, where spirits sail.
Where words dissolve, and tranquility thrives,
In the heart of silence, where wonder derives.
A canvas painted with muted hues,
The language of quiet, a muse recluse.
In the absence of sound, a symphony grows,
An orchestra of thoughts, where harmony flows.
In silence, secrets find their space,
A refuge for dreams, a sacred embrace.
A respite from chaos, a soothing balm,
Silence, the healer, with tranquil calm.
Through misty veils of dawn's first light,
The silence echoes, gentle and bright.
It whispers tales of forgotten lands,
Of distant shores and shifting sands.
Within its grasp, we find our core,
A place where introspection's door,
Unveils the truths that lie within,
A journey where souls learn to begin.
Yet silence speaks not only of peace,
It carries sorrows that seek release.
In tender moments, tears may fall,
And silence holds, embracing all.
In twilight's shadow, a bond is formed,
A wordless bond, where hearts are warmed.
For in the quiet, we learn to hear,
The soul's sweet song, melodious and clear.
So cherish the silence, let it unfurl,
Its gift of presence, a precious pearl.
In this world of noise, let stillness be,
A sacred refuge, forever free.
