Fragments of Color

Shattered glass of painted dreams,

stitched with whispers, sewn in seams.

A dance of amber, dusk, and blue,

woven deep with light’s own hue.

Each broken piece, a tale untold,

of fiery warmth and echoes cold.

Soft strokes blend yet stand apart,

a fractured soul, a beating heart.

Chaos hums in quiet tones,

a silent song of restless stones.

Lines collide yet softly sway,

like dawn dissolving into gray.

Triangles whisper, sharp yet kind,

a map of thoughts within the mind.

They twist, they turn, they shift, they fall,

yet hold together through it all.

No shape is perfect, none aligned,

but in their dance, they are defined.

A mosaic made from shattered light,

a storm of dark, a spark of bright.

From broken shards, new worlds impart,

for beauty thrives in fractured art.