"Solitude cradles the heart in the embrace of the unseen, revealing truths only the moonlit shadows can share."
A figure stands where the canyon divides,
In moonlit grace the quiet resides.
Glistening cliffs guard secrets untold,
Wrapped in a cloak of soft silver and gold.
Mist dances lightly, a veil on the stone,
Shadows reach forth, yet they stand alone.
In the serene twilight, a whisper awakes,
The tales of the night that the silence remakes.
