Caged Harmony

In the grid of black lines, a world is confined, A mosaic of colors, a story defined. Red, blue, and yellow, vibrant and bright, A dance of hues, a symphony in sight. The paint strokes thick, a textured delight, A world of emotion, a story to excite. The grid, a frame, a boundary to hold, A paradox of freedom, a story to unfold. In the chaos of colors, a harmony is found, A balance of contrasts, a beauty unbound. The artwork whispers secrets, of the artist's soul, A journey of self, a story to make whole. The colors bleed, into the black grid's frame, A fusion of chaos, and a sense of calm to claim. In this abstract world, we find our own reflection, A mirror to our emotions, a journey to our introspection.