Cubist Enchantress
Reflection
In swirling colors, she dances free,
A vision of beauty, for all to see.
With eyes closed, she feels the light,
A moment's peace, in the still of night.
Her dress flows like a river's stream,
As she moves, her spirit beams.
The cubist forms, a fractured dream,
A kaleidoscope, of color and theme.
In this world of art, she reigns supreme,
A queen of beauty, in a world of dream.
Her presence stirs, the soul's deep core,
A sense of wonder, forever more.
With every glance, a new tale's spun,
A story woven, beneath the sun.
In this painting, she lives and breathes,
A testament to art's eternal ease.