In the quiet of the evening’s gentle sigh,Where shadows dance and stars softly cry,I find a solace in the whispered air,A solitude, a moment rare and fair.Alone, yet not lonely, the heart beats slow,In the silence, where dreams begin to grow,The world fades, and time stands still,In solitude’s embrace, my spirit to fill.The night speaks in the language of the soul,A tender lullaby, making me whole,Each breath a story, each moment a song,In solitude, where I truly belong.In this gentle solitude, I find my way,Among the stars, where my dreams sway,Alone in presence, yet connected deep,In the silence, where my secrets sleep.