Silent roads, where echoes fade,
Lonely paths through forest glade,
No footsteps fall, no voices raise,
Just whispered winds in twilight haze,
Trees stand guard with ancient grace,
In this tranquil, sacred space.
Silent roads, a secret kept,
Where nature's wonders softly slept,
Under stars that gently gleam,
Reflecting on a hidden dream.
Each bend a mystery, untold,
A story waiting to unfold,
Silent roads invite the brave,
To wander free, their fears to stave.
In solitude, the soul finds peace,
As worries wane and burdens cease,
Silent roads, a refuge rare,
Where hearts can heal and spirits dare.
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