Jannat sony

I dwell within my private sphere, a hidden world where I am near where colors drift and corners lean, and truth lives softly, bare, unseen. No clamor dares to cross the gate, for silence here knows how to wait. It breathes in hush, in gentle hue, and shapes a peace the heart once knew. The souls within this quiet place read every shadow on my face. They know my dusk, they know my dawn, the dreams I keep, the nights I’m worn. Outside, the world may pull and strain, may trade in noise, in rush, in pain. But here, my pulse finds tender proof a love that needs no armor, no roof. Though small it seems to distant eyes, it holds a sky of honest skies. I walk this path, unbound, sincere, with those who know me always near.