Silence whispers, a velvet cloak,
Across the stage of Time, a silent joke.
Hope, a fragile flame, flickers bright,
Bathed in the glow of a moonlit night.
Fear, a chilling wind, a whispered plea,
Whisks across the land, wild and free.
Love, a blooming rose, in colors bold,
A story told, a tale of old.
Truth, a shimmering thread, so fine and thin,
Unraveling the lies, where darkness sin.
Pain, a throbbing drum, a mournful beat,
Echoes in the heart, a bitter defeat.
Joy, a sparkling stream, pure and light,
Glides through the meadows, in joyous flight.
Dreams, ethereal wings, on clouds they soar,
Reaching for the stars, forevermore.
These abstract shadows, in the dance of life,
Weave a tapestry, of joy and strife.
A symphony of whispers, soft and low,
A tale of human spirit, in constant flow.