There was a beautiful garden
Many years ago.
So many dreams hopes and happiness bloomed there
It was really very colorful and attractive.
The colors were different
Like that of the rainbow.
Oh! So Paradisiac!
Morpheus made weave in mind to look at it,
Hopes peeped in mind like "Pandora's Box".
But all colors became fulvous for the time being
Now, there is no color, no hope, no dream...
How could this be?
Maybe that's the provision of the transient earth.
Very well written. keep it up.