Silent Encounter
Reflection
In the quiet streets, they stand apart,
Two souls beneath the conical heart.
Their hats, a shield against the day,
Conceal the depths they've yet to say.
The man, with hands in pockets deep,
A portrait of introspection's keep.
The woman, arms crossed, a gentle might,
A guardian of her inner light.
The background fades, a muted hue,
As they stand frozen, lost in thought anew.
Their faces, veiled, a mystery keep,
A silent dialogue, in stillness deep.
The artist's brush, a story tells,
Of moments paused, and hearts that dwell.
In this stillness, a world is found,
Where the beauty of silence is profound.