A mournful song in a hollow tone.

Its fingers reach through cloaks and veils,

Revealing truths where silence wails.

The bars of the heart, their iron rusts,

As winter devours hope encrusts.

But beneath the frost, the earth holds tight,

A seed of courage in the night.

A flower rises amidst decay,

Born from the silence of yesterday.

Its petals sing where sorrow stings,

A note resounds from hollow strings.

Though the wind howls, it cannot break

The roots that grow for life’s own sake.

It strips us bare, yet we remain,

Alive in truth, despite the pain.

“In the mirror, I saw not just a reflection, but an infinite landscape – both beautiful and cruel. A world too vast to escape, yet too fragile to embrace.”

A mirrored world – boundless, deceptive,

We live within its depths, reflective.

And yet, a fleeting truth appears,

When joy’s rare smile dissolves our fears.

Destiny grants us dreams to claim,

Yet dreams are shadows—lost in flame.

They come, they go, like restless tides,

And in their wake, our soul abides.

Life is brief, or so it seems,

Yet endless when it cradles dreams.

Each fleeting year, a tender page,

Where youth and wonder meet with age.

Ships roar against the harbour walls,

Lions bow where twilight calls.

Beneath forgotten wealth decays,

Yet beauty lingers in its haze.

A youthful heart grows old, resigned,

The eyes grow dim, the soul confined.

Yet still, we find the strength to rise,

And greet the garden, clear of lies.

“Today, I sat on the sand, the ocean stretching infinitely before me. The waves spoke a language I longed to understand. I dipped my pen into their rhythm and wrote about diplomacy—how it mirrors the tides. It is both gentle and forceful, patient yet unyielding. A seagull hovered nearby, a silent witness to my thoughts. “The world,” I wrote, “is as fragile as this shoreline, shifting with every wave, yet enduring through centuries.””

Your error scarred the soul, you see,

And cast it adrift in a storm-torn sea.

Unready was I for the world’s vile play,

Unready to face love’s bitter fray.

The moon blurred dreams with its spectral glow,

Binding my feet where shadows grow.

You let your life drift with the breaking dawn,

And gained love’s kiss, but dreams were gone.

You knew the winds – unstable, wild,

Feared each pause like a restless child.

You ran, you fled, you let it fade,

The trust you once so lightly laid.

Desire led you, open and bare,

Yet you drowned in its embrace, unaware.

Forgotten truths in tears dissolved,