The Realm of Gentle Words

In a world where whispers weave the dawn,

And twilight sings of hope not gone,

There lies a path both clear and true,

Where words can paint the world anew.

In this realm, where ghosts might tread,

With careful steps and thoughtful head,

We speak in tones both soft and kind,

In search of peace, in hope to find.

"Real conversations," thus we yearn,

As the stars above us turn,

With words that heal, not those that steal,

In each gentle phrase, a lesson to learn.

For in our speech, a power lies,

Beneath the open, endless skies,

To shape our deeds, our hearts entwine,

With every loving word, a sign.

Here, humanity's dream takes flight,

In dialogues through day and night,

Believing in a shared embrace,

Of every soul, color, face.

So let us talk, with hearts so vast,

Where in our words, the future's cast,

A world where all can coexist,

In the realm of gentle words, persist.