Whispers Between Two Girls In a garden where the lilies grew, Two girls met beneath skies of blue. One was quiet, lost in thought, The other shy, with dreams half-caught. The quiet girl spoke not with sound, But let her silence wrap aroundā A comfort soft, a gentle space, A calmness time could not erase. The shy girl trembled with her words, Like fledgling wings of frightened birds. She wished to speak, she longed to share, But held her feelings in the air. They sat together, side by side, Each heart a tide they could not ride. Yet in the hush, a magic grewā A bond that silence never knew. The quiet girl passed her a flower, A message shared without the power Of speech, but clear as morning dewā āI see you. I am quiet too.ā And the shy girl smiled, not looking down, Her cheeks alight, no hint of frown. She nodded once, then took her hand, No need for either to explain or stand. For in that still and tender place, Two souls had met, embraced by grace. No...