Explosion, scattering sparks
Everywhere in the midnight sea.
How does loneliness blankets minds of humane nature?
When can one see the dusk of the day?
Does Darkness makes us blind?
To see the sparks lit up in the sky
These droplets of tiny amusements
Why does our fragile heart cease to see?
Is it our situation that captivates us?
Or the unwillingness to recognize
the tiny droplets of love falling from the sky?
Forming clouds of possibilities around us.
We all make our days,
Selfishness our nights.
Look at all the droplets of hope around us,
painting pictures of flowering future ahead of us.