Prismatic Innocence
Reflection
In the cradle of soft hues, a soul awakens,
A tender figure, cradled by the dawn's embrace.
The world is a canvas, yet untouched,
Where dreams are stitched from the threads of light and shadow.
Pietro, a name whispered in the breeze,
A beacon of purity in a world of hues.
The yellow and pink, a symphony of hope,
Guiding the steps of a child on the cusp of discovery.
The lines are gentle, like the strokes of a mother's hand,
Each curve a promise, each shadow a memory.
The eyes, though closed, see the world in its entirety,
Innocence unmarred, a heart yet to be shaped.
This is not just a portrait, but a journey,
A testament to the power of beginnings.
In every line, a story of potential,
A reminder that in the quietest moments,
The world is reborn, and we are all,
In our essence, the architects of our own destinies.