In the silence that resonates,
a lament of absences,
the flowers bloom in the shadows,
whispers of a life that fades away.

Eyes searching the horizon
for a trace of hope,
but pain, like a poem,
is sculpted in the words of the day.

The city is a labyrinth of steps
that reflects solitude at every corner -
laughter dissolves in the wind
like falling petals,
disguised in the chaos.

And love, oh, love
is like a lost verse
hidden between the pages:
an echo of a time that won’t return.

Yet still,
within the suffering,
a flower is born,
insignificant but beautiful...
A reminder that,
even amid misfortune,
life is pulsing,
and life is blooming.