Chromatic Elegy
Reflection
In the canvas of her face, colors bleed and flow,
A symphony of hues that dance and glow.
Her lips, a crimson flame, speak of passion's fire,
While tears of paint cascade in a silent choir.
Each stroke a whisper, each drip a song,
A story untold, yet deeply strong.
Her gaze, a mirror, reflects the soul,
A canvas where the heart is whole.
The chaos of her visage, a storm of art,
Yet in its turmoil, beauty starts.
For in her eyes, we see ourselves,
A reflection of our inner selves.
This is not just a portrait, but a call,
To embrace the chaos, to rise above it all.
For in the embrace of color and light,
We find our truth, our endless flight.
Chromatic Elegy, a testament to grace,
Where the soul finds its own sacred place.