"Solitude becomes a canvas where the soul paints its true desires."
Lurking in crimson glow, she weaves her mind's thread,
Flickering lights whisper tales that linger unsaid.
A silence thick as fog drapes the vacant room,
While shadows perform ballet, shrouded in gloom.
Framed echoes of laughter now rustle like leaves,
Time's clock quietly beckons as memory weaves.
In solitude's embrace, transformation begins,
With each passing second, new life breathes within.
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