
In the quiet where shadows stay,
Loneliness walks, a breath away.
A hollow ache, a fleeting sigh,
A question whispered to the sky.
The world moves on, a ceaseless tide,
While hearts in solitude confide.
Each beat a longing, soft, profound,
In silence, where no answers sound.
But loneliness is not the end,
It’s where the soul can start to mend.
A space to dream, a place to grow,
To learn the depths we seldom know.
For in the stillness, truth appears,
A mirror polished by our tears.
It shows the strength beneath the pain,
The sun that breaks through coldest rain.
Though empty nights may linger long,
Within us hums a quiet song.
A hope that whispers, clear and true,
“You’re never lost—you’ll find you.”




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