In quiet corners, fortunes grow,
Not in crowds or brightened glow.
Whispers weave a secret thread,
Where silent dreams are softly fed.
No spotlight’s glare, no faces shown,
Just seeds of effort, sown alone.
Invisible streams, a hidden art,
Wealth that lives within the heart.
In shadows deep, the gold is found,
Not by voice, but silent sound.
A humble path, yet rich and true—
Silent wealth belongs to you.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.