In a world that hums with endless sound,
Where voices rise and echoes rebound,
She walks, a shadow, soft and small,
A quiet girl amidst it all.
The city roars, the crowd's a tide,
But in her heart, she turns inside.
Her whispers weave a silent song,
In quiet, she has always belonged.
The chatter fades, the rush goes dim,
She finds her peace where light is slim.
A book, a breeze, a gentle rain,
Her solace found beyond the strain.
They call her shy; they call her weak,
But strength resides in the calm she keeps.
Her voice, though soft, is deeply wise,
A world unseen through quiet eyes.
For noise may dazzle, and chaos sway,
Yet stillness holds its own display.
A quiet girl in a noisy sphere,
A steady flame, a soul sincere.
So let her be, and watch her grow,
In her silence, wonders flow.
For in her calm, the truth's unfurled—
A quiet girl in a noisy world.
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