Prismatic Fragmentation

In shards of glass, a kaleidoscope unfurls, A dance of colors, a fragmented whirl. The prismatic hues, like shards of light, Refract and reflect, a wondrous sight. The broken pieces, like a mosaic whole, Form a tapestry, a story to be told. In the fragments, a beauty lies, A reflection of the soul's disguise. The colors blend, in a swirling storm, A mesmerizing display, a visual form. The glass, like tears, shattered and worn, Yet, in its brokenness, a beauty is born. The light, like a river, flows and plays, Through the fragments, in a dazzling display. In this prismatic world, we find our way, Through the broken pieces, to a brighter day.