Painting of Solitude

In the painting of solitude, tears fall,

Forgotten verses, where the soul faints.

In the twilight, silence dances alone,

And sadness weaves its own plot.

In the heart of abandonment, a song echoes,

Deep sighs, like waves of weeping.

The melody of longing plays softly,

In a forgotten poem, hope engraves itself.

In the corners of disillusionment, shadows glide,

Whispered secrets where echoes eternalize.

The moon witnesses the dance of despair,

And the wind whispers a sincere lament.

Between the lines of emptiness, a lonely poet,

Carves verses on the stone of the imaginary.

In every word, an echo of emotion,

In the song of solitude, there is pure devotion.

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