In a corner of the room, all alone,
an empty fishbowl holds a tranquil tone.
Its crystal walls, like mirrors, gleam,
reflecting dreams that fade like a dream.

The water whispers from afar,
sharing tales of days gone by,
of fish that danced in vibrant light,
now only echoes in the night.

The algae sway in silent grace,
as light slips through, a soft embrace,
but the...