The world looks empty, calm, and still,
As if all life has lost its will.
It's as if everything is tightly bound,
All joy and laughter no longer found.
The echoes, songs, and pleasant sound,
Seem to be lost, nowhere around.
Yet beneath the silence, there's a call,
A whisper that softly touches all.
The world may seem void of life and grace,
But it's waiting, yearning for a trace.
A trace of hope, a spark of light,
To pierce the darkness of the night.
In the stillness, seeds of life do lay,
Ready to grow when dawn meets day.
So plant your dreams in this quiet ground,
Let them take root, let them be found.
For in this emptiness, there's hidden grace,
A fertile soil, an open space.
The world is empty, but also pure,
A canvas clean, a place to mature.
Fill it with love, with joy, with song,
And this empty world won't stay empty for long.
For emptiness is just the start,
A silent plea to find your heart.
To fill the world with what you seek,
And turn the lonely into unique.
©mercyada
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