Solitude on the Shore
Reflection
Beneath the vast expanse of sky, where the horizon blurs,
A solitary figure sits, a world apart.
Dressed in the garb of formality, yet here,
He finds himself in a realm of sand and sea.
The ocean whispers secrets, its waves a constant hum,
A rhythm that echoes through the soul's deep chambers.
He holds a cigarette, a small act of defiance,
Against the weight of the world he carries.
The beach is his sanctuary, a place of quiet reflection,
Where the mind can wander, unbound by the chains of routine.
The figure in the distance, a shadow of another,
Speaks of solitude, of the human condition.
This moment is a mirror, reflecting the duality of life:
The formal and the free, the structured and the wild.
It is a testament to the human spirit,
That seeks solace in the embrace of nature.
Here, on the shore, where the land meets the sea,
A man finds his peace, his own private haven.
May we all find such solace, in our own ways,
In the vastness of the world, or in the quiet of our hearts.