A POEM OF ABOUT AN ALONE BOY

In solitude he walks, a boy alone, With thoughts as vast as skies unknown. The world around him teems with life, Yet in his heart, an empty zone.

Through forests deep, he finds his way, Where shadows dance, and sunlight fades. Whispers of leaves, his only kin, As he wanders amidst nature's serenade.

His steps are quiet, like whispered sighs, And in his eyes, a thousand stories lie. He yearns for someone to understand, To see the beauty that his soul implies.

In dreams, he soars on wings unseen, Through realms where fantasies convene. A world of colors and swirling haze, Where solitude's embrace is serene.

The moon becomes his guiding light, A beacon in the ebony night. He gazes up and feels the pull, Of stars that shimmer, distant and bright.

Yet deep inside, a longing stirs, For laughter shared and whispered words. He wonders if there'll come a day, When loneliness fades, like morning birds.

For in his solitude, strength resides, A gentle spirit that often hides. He finds solace in his quiet hours, Embracing solitude as life's own guide.

So let him wander, the boy alone, In the vast expanse he now calls home. For in his heart, he holds a flame, A beacon of hope that forever shone.