Ethereal Solitude

Beneath the vast expanse of sky, where whispers of the sea entwine, A figure sits, cloaked in white, a vision serene and divine. The sand beneath her feet, soft and yielding, cradles her form, A silent sentinel, where time seems to softly reform. Her gaze, a mirror of the soul, reflects the world's profound embrace, A quiet strength, a gentle grace, in this timeless, sacred space. The wind, a无形的舞者, plays with her hair, a fleeting caress, A reminder of the ephemeral, yet eternal, human mess. The light, a golden thread, weaves through her form, a radiant glow, A symbol of hope, of peace, where the heart can truly grow. In this moment, she stands as a beacon, a guide through life's vast sea, A reminder that in solitude, we find our deepest, truest me. For in the quiet, the soul finds its voice, a melody pure and free, A testament to the beauty of being, in the embrace of eternity.