Poem
In the flickering light, a man gazes deep,
Shadows dance, dreams quietly seep,
His eyes turn towards a distant place,
Seeking answers in an uncertain space.
Smoke rises, sketching fleeting thoughts,
Ideas and dreams, in the darkness caught,
In this dim room, the light softly sways,
Revealing secrets, hopes that stay.
Every reflection, every shadow tells a tale,
Of struggles and triumphs, losses that pale,
In the silence, he finds an inner peace,
In the flickering light, he sees hopes increase.
