"Solitude cradles the heart, where anticipation quietly waits for the next horizon."
Soft amber glows cradle the silence of night,
An empty lounge watches with soft-spoken light.
Time drips like honey from the screens that hum,
While travelers linger, lost in the calm, they become.
Vending machines whisper of choices unmade,
A dance of solitude in each heart displayed.
Departure boards flicker with dreams yet to soar,
In tranquil moments, we open a door.
