In the quiet corners of the night,Where shadows dance with gentle grace,I find a world of whispered light,A secret place without a trace.
The moonlight weaves a silver thread,Through silent dreams that softly flow,In solitude, where words unsaidAre painted in the stars’ soft glow.
The stillness holds a tender song,A melody of peace and calm,In solitude, where I belong,A gentle world, a healing balm.
Alone, yet never truly so,For in the quiet, I am free,In solitude, my spirit grows,A dance of light, a symphony.