In the hush of twilight’s tender embrace,
Where shadows soften the edges of space,
An introvert’s solace quietly blooms,
A refuge untouched by the world's loud rooms.
No need for words, no call for sound,
Just the stillness where peace is found.
A book in hand, a thought set free,
Waves of comfort lap the silent sea.
The hum of the world grows faint, afar,
While dreams alight like a distant star.
Breathing slows, the heart feels light,
Wrapped in the warmth of solitude’s night.
Here, in the quiet, the soul unwinds,
A gentle dance of the heart and mind.
No crowd, no clamor, just soft reprieve,
A gift the world forgets to conceive.
For in silence, there’s a sacred art,
A tender balm for a weary heart.
Introverted quiet, a treasure to keep,
A lullaby that soothes us to sleep.
About the Creator
F.R.B.
A meaningful poem connects with you personally, providing comfort, inspiration, or a sense of shared humanity. It becomes not just words on a page, but an experience, a mirror, or even a guide
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