In the quiet of the night, secrets softly breathe,
Whispers in the shadows, hidden truths beneath.
Silent echoes linger, in the corners of the mind,
Veiled in darkest mystery, where light can’t find.

Beneath the surface calm, a storm of secrets rage,
In the heart’s deep chambers, they write an unseen page.
Locks of silent whispers, keys of hidden lore,
Guarded by the silence, behind a closed door.

In the mirror’s reflection, secrets softly gleam,
Shadows of the past, like a forgotten dream.
Eyes that tell a story, lips that never part,
Holding secrets close, deep within the heart.

When dawn breaks the silence, secrets fade away,
Yet they leave their mark, in the light of day.
Invisible yet present, like a shadow’s trace,
Secrets in the silence, in every hidden place.