Walk of solitude

You walk the path alone, silent and bare, Through shadows that stretch, through whispers of air. With echoes of steps and memories it steals. No hand to hold, no voice to call, Only the quiet, the earth, the fall. Autumn leaves underfoot, a rustle, a sigh, The only companions as moments pass by. The world fades soft, the edges blur, In the dance of dusk, where secrets stir. For in solitude’s embrace, you find the firefly light a ray of hope yet you walk the path alone, silent and bare