In the velvet cloak of night, silence deepens,
A hush that wraps the world in shadow's keep.
Yet even in this quiet, thought awakens,
Perception's threads through darkness softly seep.
The stars converse in whispers, faint and fleeting,
As moonlight drapes the earth in silver light.
Though stillness reigns, the soul finds its own meeting,
Where silence and the night dance in the night.
In hushed expanse where echoes dare not linger,
A heartbeat resonates in muted grace.
The quiet holds a pulse we scarcely finger,
A subtle song within the darkened space.
So in the night, where silence seems complete,
Perception weaves its own enduring beat.
©twisha ray
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