In the heart of the week, where silence speaks,
A gentle lull between the echoes of days,
Wednesday holds a world where time leaks,
In quiet moments, where the soul plays.
The silver moon casts its mild glow,
On dreams whispered in the night’s soft breath,
A gentle pause where thoughts slow,
Amid the hustle, a peace beneath.
Through the veil of the mundane’s grip,
Wednesday dreams in a tranquil shade,
A midweek haven where spirits sip,
On the calm that dusk has made.
As stars weave tales across the sky,
In the quiet of the midweek night,
Wednesday’s whispers softly fly,
Carrying hopes on wings of light.