Giugno's Prismatic Vigil
Reflection
In the heart of fiery hues, a soul stands still,
A child's gaze, a mirror of the world's will.
Giugno's vigil, a canvas of time,
Where colors dance, and shadows entwine.
The hat, a crown of mystery, a shield,
Hides the heart that dares to feel.
Warm tones embrace, yet shadows linger,
A duality that whispers, 'Who am I?'
The brushstrokes, bold and free, a symphony of light,
Each stroke a story, each hue a flight.
In this portrait, we see ourselves reflected,
In the eyes that hold the past, the present, and the unspoken.
Giugno's vigil is not just a moment,
But a journey, a transformation, a dream.
Through the prismatic veil, we find our truth,
In the heart of fire, where the soul takes flight.
This is not just art, but a mirror of the soul,
A call to embrace the light and the whole.
For in the eyes of Giugno, we see our own,
A journey of self, a path yet to be known.