In crowded rooms, we stand apart
Strangers' eyes meet, hearts beat in the dark
Unspoken thoughts, like whispers, fill the air
Longing to connect, yet nobody dares

A glance, a smile, a fleeting gaze
A language all its own, in secret ways
We converse without words, soul to soul
Invisible threads, making hearts whole

The city's din, a constant hum
Masking inner monologues, yet to be undone
Fear, hope, love, and dreams entwined
Unheard stories, left behind

In crowded rooms, we silently roam
Seeking echoes, a sense of home
Though words remain unspoken, hearts align
Strangers' souls, in secret, intertwine.

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