The streetlights casting shadows,
The quiet road winding through the night,
The flickering traffic lights,
The lone seagull in the distance,
The empty park,
The lonely bridge standing tall,
And the hollow benches waiting for company.
Ah, the tranquil view.
With your favorite playlist softly playing,
The only sounds are the distant cars and trucks,
the murmur of the water,
the call of the seagull,
and the whisper of the wind.
This is the perfect place
Where I can find rest and peace,
Where my mind can wander,
And my heart can heal.
Here, where silence speaks,
And stillness heals,
Where I can breathe deeply,
Letting my worries drift away,
And my heart find calm.
Where the stars begin to peek through the twilight,
And the world feels miles away.
YOU ARE READING
The Sound of Silence
Non-FictionHave you ever dared to listen to the whispers of silence? It may seem like a deafening void, but if you open your ears and heart, you will uncover a tale that is yet to be told. It could be the story of a universe unfolding, the murmur of your own...
