When stars alone are burning bright,
A whisper flows through silent air,
Loneliness, soft and rare.
It cradles me in tender arms,
Far from the world’s relentless charms,
Where thoughts can wander, souls can roam,
In solitude, I find my home.
No need for words, no need for sound,
In stillness, sacred peace is found.
The heart can breathe, the mind can soar,
Loneliness opens its secret door.
It's where the soul begins to bloom,
In the quiet corners of a lonely room,
And in the echoes of the empty space,
I find the beauty in its grace.
For loneliness is not despair,
It’s freedom wrapped in self-aware,
A chance to grow, to deeply feel,
To love oneself, to truly heal.
Imran Nazeer
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