Beneath the canopy of stars, we wander,
Faces turned towards the whispering night;
Each soul a flicker, a gentle thunder,
Seeking warmth in the dimming light.

In crowded streets, our stories intertwine,
Unseen threads weaving the silent tapestry;
In laughter and tears, our lives align,
A chorus of echoes in a vast symphony.

The quiet dreams that dance in hidden places,
Carved in the language of unspoken dreams;
In every heart, a myriad of faces,
Reflecting the sun’s golden beams.

So let us cherish the gentle whispers,
The silent songs in the passage of days;
For in the tapestry of life that shimmers,
We find our truth in its endless maze.