Solitude
In quiet hours when voices fade,
I find the peace that daylight made.
No rush, no race, no crowd to please—
Just me, the sky, and whispered trees.
The world grows soft, the heart feels light,
As stars awake to crown the night.
In solitude, my soul takes flight,
From chaos born to calm delight.
Each breath becomes a sacred tune,
Each thought drifts slow beneath the moon.
In peace I rest, in stillness grow,
The more I’m silent, more I know.
No need for words, no need for fame,
Just tranquil skies that call my name.
For solitude’s not loneliness—
It’s peace in life’s soft wilderness.....
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