Unfinished Tale and Latent Dream
In amber tones, the pages lay unturned,
A tale left hanging, words forever yearned.
A business ventured, dreams that soared so high,
But met with shadow, failed to reach the sky.
A project faltered, hopes turned into dust,
A debt unsettled, weight that bore the trust.
The irony of wasted hours spent,
Ambitions shattered, fortunes badly spent.
Like leaves in autumn, dreams now turned to brown,
As whispers echo of the path undone.
The pallid twilight casts a somber hue,
On fragments scattered, dreams lost long ago.
A bittersweet lament, a mournful sigh,
For unfinished tales and dreams that would not fly.
