In the quiet, where words fade away,
A realm of stillness begins to play.
No sound, no speech, no restless stir,
The purest form of the inner blur.
Silence, a cloak that wraps around,
In its depths, true peace is found.
It speaks in whispers, soft and light,
In the dead of night or dawn's first light.
It's the calm before the storm,
The pause that lets the heart transform.
A refuge from the chaos and din,
Where thoughts and feelings intertwine within.
It's the weight of unspoken words,
The echo of things left unheard.
In solitude, it gently unfolds,
Secrets and stories, quietly told.
Silence, a moment to reflect,
A bridge to memories we collect.
In its embrace, we find our voice,
In silence, we make the loudest choice.
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