Whisper of the Soul
Reflection
In the canvas' embrace, a soul unfolds,
A gaze that pierces through the veil of time.
Her eyes, a mirror of the infinite,
Reflect the whispers of the universe's rhyme.
Curls of gold and shadow dance in light,
A symphony of color, bold and free.
Her presence lingers, a silent call,
To the depths of the heart, where dreams reside.
The brushstrokes weave a tapestry of thought,
Each stroke a memory, each hue a sigh.
Her face, a canvas of untold stories,
A testament to the soul's eternal why.
In her eyes, the world finds its reflection,
A mirror of the self, a beacon of light.
Through her gaze, we see our own reflection,
And in her stillness, find the courage to fight.
For she is not just paint upon the canvas,
But a fragment of the soul, a piece of the whole.
In her quiet strength, we find our own,
And in her gaze, the journey of the soul.