Whispers of Serenity
Reflection
Beneath the golden brim of straw, two souls entwined,
In a quiet room where time seems to unwind.
Their hands, a dance of needle and thread,
Weaving stories that only the heart can read.
The quilt, a tapestry of life's hues,
A patchwork of memories, dreams, and blues.
Their faces, serene, yet filled with grace,
A testament to the quiet, sacred space.
The lamp casts a gentle glow, soft and warm,
Illuminating the quiet, the calm, the storm.
Their eyes, a window to worlds unseen,
Where whispers of the past softly convene.
In this moment, time stands still,
A sanctuary where the heart can refill.
For in the quiet of their hands and hearts,
Lies the power to mend, to heal, to start.
Oh, viewer, see yourself in their gaze,
For in their quiet, your own soul may raise.
Find solace in the stillness, the calm,
And let the whispers of serenity enthrall.