Prismatic Dance
Reflection
In a whirl of color, she dances free,
A prismatic vision, wild and carefree.
Her dress a kaleidoscope of hue,
A rainbow's splendor, both new and true.
With every step, a story unfolds,
Of joy and beauty, young and old.
The hat above, a swirling storm,
A vortex of color, a wondrous form.
Her eyes closed, lost in the rhythm's sway,
She moves as one with the dance's own way.
In this moment, she is pure delight,
A fusion of art and movement, a wondrous sight.
The colors blend, a harmonious whole,
A celebration of life, a joyful soul.
With every brushstroke, a tale is spun,
Of a woman dancing, her spirit won.