A lone girl walks,

Her steps soft and slow.

In solitude, she talks

To the wind that gently blows.

Her heart heavy with sorrow,

She seeks solace in the night.

She hopes for a new tomorrow,

To bring her some light.

But for now, she walks alone,

Her path shrouded in mystery.

Yet, she finds a beauty of her own,

In the quiet and the stillness of her journey.

Tianyu Angeline