In a room with sunlight's gentle touch,
Two friends sat, not saying much.
The plants swayed, the tea was warm,
In quiet peace, they found their form.
Riya spoke with a troubled heart,
Feeling lost, torn apart.
Aliya smiled, calm and clear,
Her words like light, drawing near.
'See the sun, how it softly shines?
It speaks in warmth, no need for lines.
Communication isn't loud or fast,
It's the simple, quiet that lasts.'
In that room, so warm and bright,
Riya saw the power of light.
Not in words, but in connection pure,
True understanding, simple and sure.
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