In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where shadows stretch and softly bind,
I wander through the echo’s call,
Alone, yet standing, never small.

The moonlight spills on empty streets,
A gentle glow where silence meets,
The whispers of forgotten dreams,
Alone, amidst the starlit beams.

A solitary leaf adrift,
In winds of time, it starts to lift,
Dancing in the night’s embrace,
Alone, it finds its sacred place.

Yet in this space of solitude,
A quiet strength begins to brood,
Alone, but never truly lost,
For in this stillness, I exhaust.