Silent heart
In the chambers of the soul, a silence dwells,
A heart that bears untold tales it seldom tells,
With every beat, a whisper in the night,
A silent symphony, a hidden light.
In solitude, it weeps, unheard and still,
A river of emotions, a tranquil thrill,
It holds the weight of sorrow and of love,
A gentle spirit soaring like a dove.
Within its depths, a universe resides,
A cosmos of emotions it abides,
A canvas painted with dreams and desires,
A symphony of hopes, its strings and lyres.
In moments when the world seems dark and cold,
The silent heart is steadfast, strong, and bold,
It listens to the stories left unsaid,
A repository of tears that have been shed.
Yet, in its quietude, it finds its might,
For in the stillness, blooms its inner light,
A lighthouse in the tempest's raging sea,
Guiding lost souls to shores where they are free.
It whispers softly in the depths of night,
A beacon of compassion, love, and light,
A friend to all who seek solace and peace,
A sanctuary where all pain may cease.
So let us cherish this silent heart,
A precious gem, a work of timeless art,
For in its depths, the world's sorrows mend,
A sacred place where love and hope transcend.
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