#NeighborTales

In the stillness of night, when silence takes flight,
Whispers weave through the shadows, cloaked in twilight.
Walls stand as sentinels, guarding secrets untold,
Of lives that unfold in the warmth and the cold.

A flicker of light spills beneath the thin door,
Moments of laughter, a soft child’s roar.
Is it joy or a sorrow that lingers in air?
What stories are woven in the fabric of care?

I hear the faint echoes of footsteps that tread,
A rhythm of life, where dreams dare to spread.
Do they dance in the kitchen, or sing by the fire?
What fuels their passions, what lifts their desire?

Through the cracks in the plaster, I glimpse a faint glow,
A tapestry woven with threads I don’t know.
A couple at dinner, their voices a blend,
In the room next door, do...