Prismatic Soul
Reflection
In the depths of the eye, a world unfolds,
A kaleidoscope of light and gold.
Each iris a map of the soul's terrain,
A tapestry woven with threads of pain and gain.
The pupil, a black abyss, yet bright with life,
A mirror reflecting the infinite strife.
The eye, a portal to the unseen,
A gateway to realms where dreams are keen.
Through its gaze, we see not just sight,
But the essence of being, the spark of light.
In its prismatic glow, we find our truth,
A reminder that we are more than just the view.
For in the eye, the universe resides,
A testament to the beauty that abides.