Crimson Veil of Serenity
Reflection
Beneath the crimson veil, a soul so still,
A woman cradles life, a heart so still.
Her gaze, a mirror of the infinite sky,
Where whispers of the cosmos softly sigh.
The cats, her companions, silent and wise,
Their eyes, like stars, in twilight skies.
They rest upon her lap, a sacred trust,
In this surreal, ethereal, and hushed.
The walls dissolve, the world fades away,
As if time itself has chosen to stay.
Her red turban, a crown of untold grace,
A symbol of strength, a timeless embrace.
The shadows dance, the light plays its part,
In this tableau of the heart.
A journey of transformation, a path untold,
Where the ordinary meets the extraordinary.
For in her eyes, the viewer finds a spark,
A reflection of their own inner arc.
This is not just art, but a mirror of the soul,
A crimson veil of serenity, where time stands still.