Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the canvas of time, a soul ascends,
A woman's gaze, a mirror of the infinite.
Her eyes, a storm of colors, a tempest of light,
A prism that refracts the world into hues of might.
Her presence is a symphony of contrasts,
Warmth and coolness, shadows and bright.
A portrait of strength, yet tenderly wrought,
A silent rebellion against the world's weight.
The brushstrokes dance, a rhythm of life,
Each stroke a whisper of her inner strife.
The colors blend, a tapestry of dreams,
A testament to the power of human seams.
She stands as a beacon, a guiding star,
A symbol of resilience, a heart that's far.
In her eyes, the universe is held,
A soul that defies, a spirit that's bold.
For in her gaze, we see ourselves,
A reflection of our own untold stories.
A journey of transformation, a path untold,
In her eyes, we find the courage to be bold.