Not in the hushed library of dust and age,
nor the tomb’s hush where echoes dare not tread,
nor the Arctic hush where snowflakes gently pledge
to blanket silence upon a world half-dead.
Begin with whispers, whispers in the loam,
a symphony of roots in search of light.
The patient dance of microbes, secrets sown,
each tiny sigh a testament to night.
Let silence bloom in petals, velvet-furled,
where morning dew collects a glistening tear.
A spider spins a tapestry unfurled,
and secrets bloom where shadows disappear.
Then climb the canyons where the wind once roared,
now sculpted stone in sun-kissed reverie.
A language etched in silence, unafraid.
A story whispered through eternity.
Dive to the ocean floor, where shadows creep,
where bioluminescent whispers intertwine.
A silent ballet where creatures dance and sleep,
a lullaby of depths, forever thine.
And listen closely, for silence hums a tune,
a counterpoint to chaos, ever near,
the space between the notes where dreams commune,
the pause that births the word, unsaid but clear.
Inhale the quietude, a cosmic breath.
Embrace the pause where galaxies ignite.
For silence holds the secrets, life and death,
and speaks in ways that sound can never write.
So let your heart find solace in the hush,
where whispers bloom and echoes gently fade.
Discover depths where language cannot rush,
and hear the universe, serenade for serenade.
For silence is not merely absence, no,
it’s presence amplified, a vibrant hum,
the fertile ground where stories come to grow,
the fertile ground where life will overcome.
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Beautiful lines! Let our hearts find solace in the hush! 👌
Thank you! ^-^