In a quiet world where whispers cease, And all around is wrapped in peace, The days stretch out in soft repose, A stillness where the silence grows. No bustling sounds or voices clear, Just calm that fills the atmosphere. For a few days, time seems to slow, In this serene and gentle glow. The world holds its breath, takes a pause, Reflecting on its unspoken laws. In this silence, thoughts take flight, Finding solace in the still of night. When noise returns and echoes play, We’ll remember this peaceful sway. For in these silent, tranquil days, We find a quiet, timeless grace. ©twisha ray

twisha ray

In a quiet world where whispers cease, And all around is wrapped in peace, The days stretch out in soft repose, A stillness where the silence grows. No bustling sounds or voices clear, Just calm that fills the atmosphere. For a few days, time seems to slow, In this serene and gentle glow. The world holds its breath, takes a pause, Reflecting on its unspoken laws. In this silence, thoughts take flight, Finding solace in the still of night. When noise returns and echoes play, We’ll remember this peaceful sway. For in these silent, tranquil days, We find a quiet, timeless grace. ©twisha ray

twisha ray