In the quiet of the evening’s breath,Where shadows dance with whispered grace,A soul wanders in the solitude’s depth,Seeking warmth in the empty space.The moon, a silent companion above,Watches over the weary heart,As stars weave stories of distant love,Yet leave the soul alone, apart.Each step echoes in the hollow night,A melody of forgotten dreams,Where hopes once bright, now fade from sight,In the silence where loneliness teems.Yet in the stillness, a strength is born,A quiet resilience softly glows,For even in the darkest morn,The dawn of inner peace slowly grows.