Crimson Vortex
Reflection
In swirling colors, she dances free,
A crimson heart, a soul at sea.
The fabric flows like waves above,
As she moves, a tale of endless love.
Her eyes, like shadows, softly gleam,
Reflecting depths of a mystic dream.
The dress, a kaleidoscope of hue,
Echoes the beauty, both old and new.
In every fold, a story's spun,
Of passion, of life, of having won.
The background swirls, a vortex wide,
Drawing the viewer, step inside.
A moment captured, a glance shared,
A connection made, beyond compare.
In 'Crimson Vortex', we find our own,
Reflections of dreams, forever sown.