In the quiet corners of a restless mind,
Emotions weave their intricate threads,
A tapestry of whispers and silent cries,
Painting hues of joy and dread.

The gentle breeze of happiness fleeting,
Laughter dances like leaves in spring,
Yet shadows of sorrow lurk beneath,
In the heart’s echo, they softly sing.

Anger storms with fiery might,
A blazing tempest in a tranquil sea,
Yet in its wake, calmness may bloom,
A quiet reflection of what could be.

Love’s tender embrace gently holds,
A warm glow in the cold of night,
Through the darkest paths it guides,
A beacon of hope, eternally bright.