Between the Silence
Prachii
•May 16, 2025•
love- In quiet hours when stars appear,
- And moonlight drips like silver tear,
- The world exhales a softer breath,
- And dreams arise where day found death.
- The wind, it hums forgotten rhymes,
- Of love once lost in older times—
- A whisper woven through the trees,
- A question floating on the breeze.
- We search for truths in shadowed skies,
- With candle-hearts and open eyes.
- But sometimes all we need to know
- Is how to stay and let things grow.
- So hush the storm within your chest,
- The night, it too, must come to rest.
- And in that pause, so wide and deep,
- You just might find the peace you seek.
