The world spins with fragile grace, 

A tapestry of light and shadow— 

Moments whispered in silent space, 

Where dreams and disillusion grow.

Clouds cover the skies, rain pulls at your eyes, 

But nothing hurts as much as little words turned lies.

From riches to poverty, fortunes swiftly waning, 

From loyalty to betrayal, trust left bleeding dry, 

From truth to lies, a truth once sustaining, 

From love to hate, where tender hearts now cry.

In each shifting shade of sorrow and delight, 

We find echoes of our past, soft murmurs of despair and cheer. 

The fragile line between day and night 

Unravels stories we both hold dear.

Yet in the cascade of loss and gain, 

A spark remains—a yearning for the divine, 

Through each transient touch of joy or pain, 

We cherish the human thread that continues to entwine.