"Solitude often reveals the vibrant hues of what once was, casting a glow upon the shadows of our forgotten joys."
A playground waits beneath muted skies,
Its yellow slide gleams with forgotten cries.
Colors linger where laughter once soared,
In this hushed realm, the innocence stored.
Soft lights hover like ghosts in the air,
While the concrete whispers of a joy laid bare.
The gray walls cradle a silence profound,
In this stillness, lost echoes abound.
