In the quiet of the night, shadows whisper,
Secrets hidden in the folds of time,
Unseen truths that hearts hold dear,
Whispering softly in a silent rhyme.
Beneath the surface of a smile,
Lies a world unknown, concealed,
In the depth of every fleeting glance,
Secrets quietly revealed.
Through the corridors of memory,
Echoes of untold stories reside,
Silent voices that yearn to be free,
In the heart, they gently abide.
Whispers of unseen truths, they linger,
In the silence, they softly sing,
A symphony of hidden tales,
In the soulâs quiet spring.