A dream begins with Silence

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I grew up in a house of quiet disappointments,
Where every word i spoke fell softly to the floor.
At school i tried to shine in careful little notebooks,
But fog wrapped round my footsteps as i walked the corridor.
I held a quiet storm inside, a chill i couldn’t tame,
A shadow stitched to every hope i tried to claim.

Then one day came a girl with restless, wandering eyes,
A map of other places folded deep inside her chest.
We walked home through the fading light,
Two strangers learning tenderness.
Outsiders in different ways,
Yet somehow made the same
In shared exile we found a spark,
A trembling little flame.

We claimed the forest like a kingdom no one else could see,
Built a crooked treehouse chapel high above the mossy ground.
Left folded notes like offerings
Small miracles we’d found.
Sketches, jokes, confessions,
Words that dared to trust.
In that wooden sanctuary
Winter softened into dust.

But in the hush between the heartbeats,
Something fragile starts to rise.
Two lonely souls can build a world
Where broken things can crystallize.
In the quiet of the forest,
Where the truth feels undefined
A dream begins in silence!
And grows inside the mind.

One day i climbed the path alone,
The sky a bruise of rain and fear.
No note was waiting in the beams,
No footsteps drawing near.
Next morning came the hollow news
That split the world in two
She slipped upon their fragile bridge,
The river carried her through.
I ran into the storm again,
To the treehouse where they dreamed,
Held the notes that once were living,
Now just paper, mute and creased.
I screamed into the forest
Till the pines returned my cry
A boy who learned too early
How a promise learns to die.

Grief arrived in splinters,
In memories sharp and kind.
Her laughter was a lantern
And a blade inside my mind.
I walked through halls of ghosts at school,
Through questions left at home,
Carrying our secret world
Like a wound beneath my clothes.

But years, in our strange mercy,
Taught me how to dream again.
I visited the treehouse,
Left a paper star for her in rain.
I whispered to the wooden beams
As if they still could hear
The dream we built did not dissolve,
It only changed its sphere.

I learned to live with fracture,
To let ache become a guide.
The river kept its rhythm,
The forest stayed beside.
And walking down our secret path,
I felt her in the pines
A voice that once had taught me;
How a broken heart still shines.

And in the hush between the heartbeats,
Something fragile still can rise.
Two lonely souls once built a world
Where broken things could crystallize.
In the quiet of the forest,
Where their stories intertwine
A dream begins in silence…

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