Fractured Bloom

In the cracked visage, a story unfolds, A tale of beauty and pain, of fragility and gold. The orchids, like tears, upon the face do lie, A symbol of the beauty that can arise from a fractured sky. The white and blue petals, delicate and fair, Dance upon the cracks, a gentle, loving care. The face, a canvas, worn and weathered gray, A map of lines and creases, telling a story of yesterday. Yet, in the cracks, a new life begins to seep, A bloom of hope, a promise to keep. The orchids, like messengers, bring a message true, Of resilience and strength, born anew.