"Solitude lingers in the air, reminding us that every ending cradles the promise of rebirth in the silence of forgotten moments."
Soft light wraps the evening's quiet grace
As shadows linger in an empty space.
Wood and green unite in hushed contrast,
A whisper of moments now fading fast.
Vacant desks hold secrets of the day,
While silence paints the thoughts that drift away.
Machines hum low like distant, mournful sighs,
In this still realm where time both sleeps and flies.
