Aurora Fractura

In the depths of golden light, shadows dance and weave, A tapestry of lines, a story to conceive. The brushstrokes bold, the colors bright and warm, A fusion of chaos and order, a balance to form. The black lines cut through, like paths untold, Guiding the eye, through a world of gold. The texture rough, the surface worn, A testament to the artist's hand, forever sworn. To create and shape, to bring forth and mold, A world of beauty, where the soul can unfold. In this abstract realm, the viewer finds their place, A reflection of their own journey, a story to replace. The golden hue, a symbol of hope and light, Illuminates the path, through the darkest night. The fractured lines, a reminder of the strife, That shapes and molds, the human life.