Ethereal Solitude

Beneath the vast expanse of sky, where whispers of the sea entwine, A figure stands, cloaked in white, a canvas of serene design. The wind, a gentle sculptor, dances through her flowing hair, A symphony of motion, a dance of grace, both near and far. Her gaze, a mirror of the soul, reflects the quiet depths within, A world of contemplation, where the heart and mind begin. The waves, a rhythmic pulse, echo the rhythm of her breath, A timeless melody, where past and present merge in death. The white shroud, a symbol of purity, yet cloaks a hidden fire, A beacon of resilience, a light that never tires. The beach, a canvas of sand, where footprints fade with time, A reminder of transience, yet beauty remains sublime. Oh, viewer, see yourself in her, for in her eyes, you'll find, A reflection of your journey, a path both bold and kind. Let her whisper guide your steps, where the horizon meets the shore, And in her solitude, discover the strength you hold in store.