"Solitude often reveals the beauty hidden within the haze of uncertainty."
A figure lingers in the threshold's seam,
Clad in shadows that weave through a muted dream.
Misty tendrils curl like thoughts half-formed,
Where silence dwells and the heart is warmed.
Bare branches grasp at the fading light,
Awaiting stars to pierce the coming night.
Fog swirls softly, a shroud of the unknown,
In stillness, wisdom calls the heart to roam.
