Echoes of Solitude: A Symphony Through Lonely Windows
In the realm of shadows, where echoes linger, Windows of a lonely soul, a silent singer. Pane by pane, a story unfolds, A tale of solitude, in whispers it's told.
Moonlight spills through the curtains of sorrow, Illuminating the emptiness of tomorrow. Frames of longing, etched in the glass, Reflections of yearning, moments that pass.
Raindrops dance on the cold windowpane, Tapping out a rhythm of lingering pain. A symphony of solitude in the quiet night, Echoes of a heartache, hidden from sight.
Behind the glass, a solitary figure stands, Gazing beyond, to distant, unseen lands. Eyes mirroring the stars, distant and cold, A universe within, a story untold.
Through the windows of a lonely soul, A kaleidoscope of emotions takes control. Fragments of dreams, shattered and lost, A mosaic of memories, a heavy cost.
Yet, in the solitude, resilience is found, A strength within, profound and unbound. Windows may fog, and tears may flow, But within the heart, seeds of hope grow.
The sun will rise, a new day to unfold, Painting the windows with hues of gold. Loneliness may linger, like a fleeting mist, But love's warmth persists, in shadows kissed.
So, let the windows of the lonely soul speak, A language of resilience, not defeat. For in the silence, a quiet strength lies, And through the tears, the soul still flies.
