In shadows deep, where light recedes,
Painted bubbles, sorrow breeds.
Each bubble bursts, with silent cries,
Reflecting pain in tear-stained skies.

Colors muted, whispers fade,
In the depths where shadows cascade.
Within each bubble, a world concealed,
A fragile truth that's yet to yield.

Through veils of mist, they drift and sway,
In the night dance, they gently...