Loneliness walks with silent feet,
A shadow drifting down the street.
It fills the room without a sound,
Yet leaves no trace upon the ground.
It whispers through the midnight air,
Convincing hearts that no one's there.
But even stars, though far apart,
Still share the same unending dark.
So when the night feels cold and long,
Remember silence isn't strong.
The dawn will find you where you stand,
And hope will gently take your hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem