Beneath Quiet Skies: A Soul’s Unwritten Verse

In the hush of dusk where silence breathes,

A heart unfolds what no one sees.

Beyond the grasp of spoken tone,

It’s in the verse we're not alone.

Dreams adrift on gentle waves,

Memories that time still craves.

Pain and joy in measured line,

Wrapped in rhythm, soft and fine.

Each stanza opens a quiet door,

To places we’ve not been before.

In twilight’s hush and wind’s embrace,

Live echoes of a tender space.

When noise of life begins to blur,

And voices dim to barely stir,

Poetry holds what truth conceals,

A language only feeling feels.

Let scattered hearts in verse unite,

Past the reach of wrong and right.

For in these lines, we all find room—

To bloom, to break, to rise, resume.

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