Sandra Džananović

In The Quiet

In the hush of morning light,

when shadows cling to whispered dreams,

a quiet breath, a stilling sigh,

the world unfolds in silent seams.

 

Leaves converse in muted tones,

a secret held in every breeze,

as dawn\'s soft fingers trace the sky,

and silence sets the heart at ease.

 

Echoes of a distant past

linger in the voiceless air,

a moment wrapped in tender peace,

where quiet lives beyond compare.

 

In the silent space between,

where thoughts can wander, free to roam,

I find a solace, calm and clear,

a sanctuary, a quiet home.