In quiet corners, thoughts take flight,
A world of wonder, held within.
But sometimes, whispers long for light,
A kindred spirit, to let in.
No need for crowds, or boisterous glee,
Just gentle souls, who understand.
A shared glance, a cup of tea,
A connection built on grains of sand.
Let words unfurl, like petals slow,
In spaces calm, where hearts reside.
Friendship's bloom, a gentle glow,
Where introverts can truly confide.
So step out softly, hand in hand,
With those who see your hidden fire.
For friendships true, in quiet land,
Can spark a warmth, that will inspire.