Why?

 The dream-laden eyes see nothing,

The whispers hold no tales of the future.

A life once adorned with beauty, a symphony of desires,

Yet, why does it unfold into the realms of the unknown?

Today, life paints a portrait of comedy,

Each stroke etched with its own tale of sorrows.

Yet, within the heart, hope persists, an unyielding flame,

A belief that life shall once again taste the honey, untouched by shadows of despair.

In the nocturnal realm, fireflies unfurl,

Blossoming with laughter, pirouetting on delicate feet..