Prismatic Serenade
Reflection
In the dance of light, she finds her voice,
A melody of colors, a symphony of choice.
With every step, a story unfolds,
A tale of beauty, where shadows grow old.
Her dress, a canvas, vibrant and bright,
A kaleidoscope of hues, a wondrous sight.
The background swirls, a dynamic embrace,
As she moves, the colors dance in perfect space.
With eyes closed, she feels the rhythm deep,
Her spirit soaring, her soul asleep.
In this moment, she is free to be,
A prismatic serenade, a dance of glee.
The artistry of her form, a masterpiece so fine,
A celebration of life, where beauty entwines.
With every brushstroke, a tale is told,
Of a woman, a dancer, young and bold.