Ethereal Serenade
Reflection
In the embrace of vibrant hues, a soul ascends,
A symphony of colors, a dance of light and shade.
The woman's form, a canvas of dreams,
Her eyes closed, yet her spirit wide awake.
Orange whispers of passion, gold threads of wisdom,
Each stroke a note in the melody of her being.
Her hair, a cascade of warmth, cradles her face,
A crown of fire, a testament to her inner flame.
This is not just a portrait, but a journey,
A mirror reflecting the depths of our own souls.
In her stillness, we find movement,
In her silence, we hear the symphony of life.
Let her gaze be a reminder of our own beauty,
A beacon guiding us through the labyrinth of existence.
For in her, we see ourselves,
A tapestry of dreams woven with threads of hope.