Ethereal Painter
Reflection
In the embrace of colors, she weaves her dreams,
A canvas of life where her soul takes flight.
With strokes that dance like whispers of the wind,
She paints the world anew, a realm of light.
Her hands, delicate yet bold, guide the brush,
Each stroke a story, each hue a truth.
The flowers bloom in her vivid mind,
A garden of hope, where the heart finds its kind.
Her gaze, a mirror of the infinite,
Reflects the cosmos in her eyes so bright.
The world around her is a tapestry,
A symphony of hues, a silent night.
She is the artist, the creator, the muse,
A beacon of beauty, a soul in bloom.
Through her art, she transforms the ordinary,
Into a world where the extraordinary is found.
In her hands, the brush becomes a wand,
A magic that heals, a magic that stands.
For in her art, we see ourselves,
A reflection of dreams, a mirror of souls.