Fountain

“In endless cycles, whispers flow,
Water murmurs soft and low,
Life’s hidden metaphor unfolds,
A timeless journey gently strolled.

On paths where ruin’s shadows creep,
Soap’s fate is but to softly seep,
Each fleeting moment, born anew,
In bubbles’ silent, bright debut.

Upon the stairs of paradox,
Every heartbeat leaves its marks,
Each shimmering bubble’s glow,
Reflects the light of life below.

May every moment’s radiant gleam,
In heart’s deep chambers ever beam,
Like melodies that time imparts,
Shining through life’s rise and starts.”