Whispers of the Inner Sanctum

Discovering Serenity in the Stillness Within

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In whispers soft, the silence falls, A gentle hush within these walls. In absence blooms a tranquil peace, Where solitude’s embrace finds release.

No songbirds’ trill, no rustling leaves, Just quiet grace, the soul perceives. In this hush, whispers rise, Echoes of dreams beneath dark skies.

Though songbirds’ melodies have ceased, Their absence brings a deeper feast. For in the silence, we find our way, In solitude’s gentle sway.

So let the silence reign supreme, In whispers soft, we dare to dream. For in the absence of sound’s sweet call, Sublime solitude enfolds us all.