Fragments of Eternity

In the quiet chamber where time dissolves, A world of blue and gold whispers to the soul. Shattered dreams lie scattered, yet they rise, A symphony of hope in broken skies. The yellow tower stands, a beacon of light, Its windows open to the endless night. The blue structure, a mirror of the mind, Reflects the chaos and the peace we find. Chairs and tables, silent witnesses, Hold the echoes of forgotten promises. The room breathes life, though walls are bare, A canvas for the heart to declare. In this space, where reality and dream collide, We find ourselves, in fragments, glorified. For in the shards of what once was whole, Lies the promise of a soul reborn, made whole.