Riddles well played, Nothing seems to be understood ,
The ink that sank in the depths, Is never found ,
Thoughts and thought mingled in the ocean of skies once ….
Every day now, I see a soulless and a lifeless joy ,
Just to smile for those, Who smile for me, I carry on the hope you left ,
For now I understand how hard it is, To be vanished from the garden of roses.