Eternal Solitude

Beneath the moon's golden gaze, a soul lies still, A figure cradled by the earth, a silent hymn. The olive tree stands guard, its branches a veil, Sheltering dreams that whisper in the night's soft wail. The sea stretches beyond, a mirror of the sky, Its waves a dance of shadows, a rhythm to the eye. The woman's form, serene yet etched with time, A testament to life's enduring, timeless rhyme. The moon, a beacon of hope, casts its gentle glow, Illuminating the path where the soul once roamed. The olive tree, a symbol of resilience and grace, Whispers secrets of the past, a timeless embrace. In this stillness, we find our own reflection, A mirror of our journeys, our own silent affection. The moon, the sea, the tree, and the resting form, A tapestry of life, where the soul is reborn. For in this solitude, there lies a profound truth, That in stillness, we find the strength to endure. The moon, the sea, the tree, and the resting form, A reminder that in silence, the soul is reborn.