**Whispers Through the Fence**

In the hush of twilight’s hand,
Where shadows stretch and evening stands,
Old oak and ivy intertwine,
Two lives, divided, yet align.

A lady whispers tales of yore,
Of laughter and loss behind closed door,
While children’s secrets, soft like dew,
Drift over borders—each word rings true.

The walls may tremble, the paint may peel,
Yet bonds grow stronger with each shared meal,
A gesture, a smile, the simple exchange,
In little moments, the world can change.

So let us weave these neighbor tales,
Of kindness and struggle, of winds and gales,
For in each heart, a story lies,
A patchwork quilt ‘neath endless skies.

**Silent...