"Solitude invites the unseen to unfold, revealing the profound within the tranquil."
In muted hues the chair stands clear and bright,
A beacon waiting in the gentle night.
Ripples dance like whispers on the glass,
As liquid dreams of secrets softly pass.
An open door reveals a world untold,
Where silence wraps the heart in threads of gold.
The light and shadow play their quiet game,
In this still moment, nothing stays the same.
