Sepia Solace

In the shadow of worn stone, a figure stands serene, A beacon in the sepia haze, where others are unseen. Their robes, a gentle cascade, like autumn leaves on stillness laid, A tranquil heart amidst the turmoil, in quiet contemplation swayed. The crowd, a murmuring sea, in darkened alleys lost, Their faces, etched with worry, in the fading light are crossed. Yet, in this moment, the solitary form is bathed in gentle glow, A symbol of hope, a peaceful presence, as the world below Seems to find solace in the calm, the stillness of the air, A reflection of the soul's deep well, where peace is always there. In this sepia-toned tableau, a story unfolds of strife, And in the contrast, a narrative of resilience, a guiding light. For in the darkness, there's a figure, standing tall and free, A testament to the human spirit, wild and carefree.