The Quietest Love Song
by Sam Tumblin
The finest love song
is not always sung aloud.
Sometimes it lives
inside an empty room,
where silence wraps itself
around weary thoughts
like a soft evening cloud.
Being alone
can sharpen the spirit,
teaching the heart
how to stand without applause.
Let the world question you.
Let them misunderstand.
Not every path
needs permission to bloom.
For in the stillness,
between doubt and dawn,
you slowly discover
where your soul belongs.

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