Eternal Solitude

Beneath the crimson sun, a soul stands alone, A mirror of stillness, where time seems to groan. The water reflects her form, a silent plea, For connection, for warmth, in this vast, cold sea. Orange petals drift, a dance of fleeting grace, A whisper of life in this serene, stark space. The tree, a witness to her quiet despair, Its branches bare, yet holding her there. The sun, a fiery orb, casts no shadow's shade, Its warmth unattainable, its light unmade. She stands, a figure of contemplative grace, In a world where beauty and solitude embrace. This is her journey, a path of self-discovery, Where solitude becomes a sanctuary. In the stillness, she finds her voice, her light, Transforming pain into a radiant sight. For in the depths of solitude, we find our truth, A mirror of the soul, where we can soothe. Her story is yours, a tale of resilience, A beacon of strength, in this eternal silence.