Chromatic Resonance
Reflection
In the canvas of her soul, colors bleed and sing,
A symphony of hues that dance and cling.
Her lips, a canvas bold, a crimson flame,
A silent scream, a whispered name.
The brushstrokes drip like tears of joy and pain,
A story untold, yet etched in grain.
Her gaze, a mirror to the world's deep core,
A portal where the soul can soar.
The reds and blues, a tapestry of dreams,
A canvas where the heart's desires stream.
Each stroke a whisper, each hue a sigh,
A testament to life's intricate why.
In her eyes, the universe is bound,
A kaleidoscope of colors profound.
She is the keeper of the unseen,
The guardian of the soul's serene.
Through her visage, we find our own,
A reflection of the human tone.
In her art, we see our truths unfold,
A journey where the heart is bold.
Chromatic Resonance, a song of life,
A canvas where the spirit takes flight.