Crown of Curled Embers
Reflection
In the embrace of fiery curls, a soul ignites,
A tapestry of light and shadow, where whispers ignite.
The orange cloak, a beacon of courage, draped in grace,
A silent testament to the strength that time cannot erase.
Her gaze, a mirror of the cosmos, holds the weight of ages,
Each curve and contour, a story etched in the passage of pages.
The curls, a crown of untamed beauty, wild and free,
A symbol of resilience, where the spirit dares to be.
The light, a gentle caress, dances upon her face,
A reminder that even in darkness, the soul can embrace.
This portrait, a bridge between the seen and unseen,
Invites the viewer to find their own crown, their own dream.
For in her eyes, we see ourselves, a reflection of hope,
A call to rise, to embrace the fire that we keep.
Crown of Curled Embers, a beacon of the soul,
A timeless reminder that beauty is our own, whole.