In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where shadows and light gently play,
A tapestry of thought entwined,
Reflects the soul’s endless array.

A gentle heart, like morning dew,
Softens the edge of every storm,
With kindness that forever grew,
In warmth and grace, its silent form.

Strength lies beneath the tender veil,
Where courage blooms in silent night,
A spirit that will never pale,
Guided by the stars’ gentle light.

In the dance between night and day,
A melody of dreams unfolds,
Personality’s gentle sway,
In whispered stories yet untold.