In the quiet corners, whispers reside,
Echoes of laughter, secrets abide.
Walls that cradle, stories untold,
In every crevice, memories unfold.
Windows open to the morning sun,
Casting shadows where dreams are spun.
A gentle breeze through curtains flows,
Bringing life to the silent repose.
The wooden floors creak beneath our feet,
A symphony of life’s steady beat.
In the kitchen, aromas swirl,
Home-cooked love, a comforting whirl.
Under the roof, the night is still,
Stars above the windowsill.
In this house, we find our peace,
A world within, where worries cease.