Song of the Grey Horizon

Song of the Grey Horizon

Grey sky, the day veiled in clouds,
As if a melancholic tune enshrouds.

Bright memories weep and sigh,
Bound by the long breaths of days gone by.

Concrete jungle, the soul's silent scream,
Even to breathe feels like a heavy dream.

Yet secretly, a few flowers still bloom,
A will to live, though shadowed by gloom.

On the distant horizon, a faint light appears,
A glimpse of new hope, it silently cheers.

Even in broken dreams, new nests we create,
Life still holds the longing to love and await.