A Soft Voice, That Is Deep
In the quiet corners of existence, a man sits,
His voice, a gentle hum in the silence,
Words are not his constant companions,
But when they emerge, they carry the weight of his thoughts.
His voice, a whisper, as soft as the first light of dawn,
Yet as deep as the untouched ocean depths,
His thoughts, a kaleidoscope of colors,
In the silence, he watches, he learns.
An introvert, not a recluse,
His mind, an expanding universe,
In the quiet moments before the world awakens,
Ideas that fly on the wings of wisdom.
His presence, soft yet powerful.
A testament to the strength of his mind,
In the solitude, he finds his true voice,
In introspection, he finds his path.
His heart, like a river, run deep,
In the quiet, his wisdom is revealed,
Words that have a melody that commands attention,
With reflections, a fortress of introspection.
In his silence, his ideas soar,
In the darkness, he finds his light,
His voice, a whisper that echoes in the stillness,
One’s inner meditations, a treasure he holds close.
In the quiet, he finds peace,
In his loneliness, his worries refrain.
His utterances, a soft as a murmur, yet it resonates,
Thoughts, as a watchtower, vigilant in their actions.
His soft tone, a whisper that ring, proper,
His thoughts, a sky of the deepest blue,
In silence, he finds his way,
In his dreams, he ends his day.
