In the quiet corners of twilight,
dwells a garden unknown to the careless gaze,
where whispers of unvoiced dreams swirl,
like petals scattered in a forgotten story.
beneath the surface lies ripe contradictions —
Here, beneficial whispers intertwine with poisonous thoughts,
a melody of silence echoing through the slumbering leaves.
In this secret realm, the heart learns to dance
to the rhythm of a gentle chaos, both soothing and wild.
the noise of introspection hums like bees in the distance —
Do we dare tread through these unkempt pathways,
where every step reveals a truth, gentle yet fierce,
a crawl through the layers of self we shield from light?
Trust the noise, for it is but a mirror, reflecting the unseen.