In shadows of a quiet room,Where echoes softly play,The heart finds solace in the gloom,As night turns into day.The whispering winds speak low,Of dreams that once were bright,Now fade in the moon’s gentle glow,Embraced by silent night.Alone beneath the starlit sky,The soul begins to mend,In solitude, the heart can fly,And broken wings can bend.Thus, in the depths of quiet hours,Where peace and thoughts align,The soul discovers hidden powers,In solitude, we find.