In the gentle hush of evening’s call,
Where shadows play and whispers fall,
An introvert finds solace there,
In quiet rooms with thoughtful air.

Beyond the noise, a world unfolds,
In secret corners, stories told,
A canvas painted with dreams and fears,
A universe where time disappears.

The solitude, a cherished friend,
In silence, broken edges mend,
A dance of thoughts, a calm retreat,
In stillness, heart and mind meet.

Yet in the quiet, strength is found,
In echoes soft, a profound sound,
An introvert, with gentle grace,
Embraces peace in their own space.