Winter Poem Solitude

The evening settled like a thin veil of frost, and I found myself tracing the edges of a forgotten poem on paper. Snowflakes whispered against the windowpane, each one a silent chronicle of time's gentle erosion. In the quiet I felt a solitary lighthouse, watching the silver leaves that fall only in dreams. My thoughts drifted to the old path of ideas that once glowed brighter, now dimmed by the weight of stillness. ❄️ #winter #solitude