Pietro's Quiet Dawn
Reflection
In the quiet cradle of dawn, a soul awakens,
A tender gaze that holds the universe in its embrace.
The soft whispers of childhood, a world yet to be named,
A canvas of innocence, where dreams are painted in grace.
The lines of youth, delicate and true,
Speak of a journey that is just beginning,
A heart that beats with the rhythm of the new,
A spirit that yearns for the light of morning.
The colors of dawn, muted yet vibrant,
Tell a story of hope and the promise of time.
The texture of life, etched in gentle strokes,
A reminder that every moment is divine.
Pietro, the silent sentinel of dawn,
A beacon of purity in a world of chaos.
Your eyes, a window to the soul,
A mirror reflecting the beauty of our shared cosmos.
In this portrait, we see ourselves,
In the innocence of youth, the echoes of our own past.
A reminder of the journey we all must take,
From the cradle of dawn to the twilight of our last.
Pietro, the quiet dawn, the eternal grace,
A symbol of hope in the ever-turning wheel of time.