Quiet walls breathe dust and sun
Tea cools slow the day half-done
Silence sits in tender grace
Lonely hours cleanse the space
Shadows fold like linen sheets
Heart learns soft internal beats
Thought grows clear once wild and loud
Stillness lifts an unseen shroud
Books keep watch without reply
Dreams stretch gentle no need to try
Nothing breaks nothing must win
Peace begins beneath the skin
In forgotten rooms we bloom
Solitude becomes perfume
Life feels full where noise departs
Self meets self two quiet hearts