"Transience reveals that even the sharpest edges cradle a deep, gentle beauty waiting to be discovered."
A woman rests on shards that gleam and sing
Her gown wraps softly as the splinters cling
Each cut in silence weaves a tale untold
Of beauty in the brittle where warmth is bold
Reflections dance like whispers in the air
Embracing grace amidst the shards laid bare
In stillness she invites the heart to roam
Through fragile beauty we discover home