Infinite Corridors
Reflection
In the depths of a minimalist realm, two figures stand alone,
Adrift in a sea of white, their silhouettes overthrown.
The mirrored floor, a reflective canvas, stretches far and wide,
A perfect echo of their solitude, side by side.
The architecture, a maze of serene and endless halls,
Guides the gaze through a labyrinth of quiet walls.
Each step, a journey inward, through the corridors of the mind,
Where the self is lost, and found, in the infinite design.
Their reflections below, a symmetry so divine,
A dance of light and shadow, a harmony so fine.
In this world of stark simplicity, they find their peaceful nest,
A sanctuary of contemplation, where the soul finds rest.
In the stillness, they converse, their voices unheard,
A dialogue of glances, a language of the heart, unspoken, unheard.
Their presence, a whisper, in the vast and empty space,
A moment's pause, in the infinite, a fleeting, sacred grace.