His Silent Odessy

Broken shards of pale white moon,
Glittering in the crimson noon.
Azure waves, lemon sand,
Dancing in the shore's soft band.

Under Tuscan Sun's warm embrace,
A lone figure moves with measured grace.
Pale man, burdened by unseen weight,
Leaves a fog trail, steps deliberate.

His silhouette against the dying light,
Contours of solitude, a poignant sight.
Vanishing into shadows profound,
As the sun descends, the world around.

In lunar shards, secrets he keeps,
In his steps, a story silently weeps.
A dance with shadows, a solemn tune,
In the fading glow of the pale white moon.