In the hush of morning light,
when shadows cling to whispered dreams,
a quiet breath, a stilling sigh,
the world unfolds in silent seams.
Leaves converse in muted tones,
a secret held in every breeze,
as dawn's soft fingers trace the sky,
and silence sets the heart at ease.
Echoes of a distant past
linger in the voiceless air,
a moment wrapped in tender peace,
where quiet lives beyond compare.
In the silent space between,
where thoughts can wander, free to roam,
I find a solace, calm and clear,
a sanctuary, a quiet home.
Jul 31, 2024
Jul 31, 2024 at 7:55 AM UTC
In the hush of morning light,
when shadows cling to whispered dreams,
a quiet breath, a stilling sigh,
the world unfolds in silent seams.
Leaves converse in muted tones,
a secret held in every breeze,
as dawn's soft fingers trace the sky,
and silence sets the heart at ease.
Echoes of a distant past
linger in the voiceless air,
a moment wrapped in tender peace,
where quiet lives beyond compare.
In the silent space between,
where thoughts can wander, free to roam,
I find a solace, calm and clear,
a sanctuary, a quiet home.
