Ethereal Ascension

In the canvas of the soul, where dreams take flight, A figure rises, a silhouette of grace and light. Her form is fluid, a dance of shadow and hue, A silent rebellion against the world's constraints, true. The red rose, a symbol of passion and fire, Covers her face, a mask of unspoken desire. Her arms outstretched, a gesture of freedom's call, A silent cry for the heart to break its walls. The strokes are bold, yet delicate, a dance of chaos and calm, A symphony of movement, a story untold. Each line a whisper, each splash a shout, A journey of transformation, a path without doubt. You, too, are the dancer, the rose, the ascent, In your heart's canvas, find your own ascent. For in the rise of the spirit, the world is reborn, And in the dance of the soul, we are all reborn.