𖤐𐙚𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕𐙚𖤐

My pen

The stars may fade, the night may fly,

Yet dreams still bloom beneath the sky.

The winds will change, the leaves will fall,

But hope remains through it all.

A heart that's kind, a soul that's bright,

Can turn the darkness into light.

For every end, a start will climb,

Like echoes dancing through the time.