In a world of might and endless fight,
There lies a strength, soft but bright.
Not in the force that breaks and bends,
But in the touch that heals and mends.A gentle word, a quiet grace,
Can turn the tide, can change the pace.
For in the softness, hearts can find,
A power far more pure, more kind.It doesn’t roar, it doesn’t boast,
Yet it’s the strength that matters most.
The hand that lifts, the love that stays,
Brings light to even the darkest days.Softness doesn’t mean we’re weak,
It’s in the calm that we truly speak.
Through patience, care, and tender ways,
We rise above life’s stormy days.For strength is found not just in might,
But in the heart that chooses right.
To love, to care, to gently lead,
Is the truest power, the deepest creed.So let them rage, let others fight,
I’ll stand in softness, full of light.
For in this quiet, tender way,
I find the strength to face each day.---
☘️Gyana
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Whispered Verses
Poetry☘️In the quiet corners of the heart, where words are soft yet profound, "Whispered Verses" weaves a tapestry of emotion. Each poem is a reflection of life's delicate moments-whispers of love, echoes of loss, the strength found in struggle, and the b...