Chromatic Elegy
Reflection
In the canvas of her face, a symphony of hues,
A tapestry of colors, where the soul is sewn.
Her lips, a crimson flame, drip with liquid light,
A cascade of emotion, both fierce and bright.
The strokes of paint are bold, yet tenderly placed,
Each hue a whisper, each shade a sacred trace.
Her gaze, a mirror, reflects the viewer's soul,
A silent dialogue, where hearts are made whole.
The canvas drips with life, a river of art,
A journey of transformation, a path apart.
In her eyes, the world is both chaos and calm,
A reminder that beauty is both fragile and balm.
This is not just a portrait, but a mirror of time,
A testament to the power of the human mind.
Through her, we see ourselves, in all our hues,
A chromatic elegy, where souls are renewed.