Paper and Glass II

 

In glass and paper, formed with care,

A tender beauty, soft and fair.

Her silhouette in twilight's gleam,

A fragile dreamer's quiet dream.

Her eyes of stained glass, portals wide,

In which unspoken sorrows hide.

A paper filigree conveys,

The silent tears of yesterdays.

Her tresses, weaved in pastel shade,

A somber dance of light and fade.

Her glassy skin, a canvas pale,

For shadows' touch and moonlight's veil.

Her gown, a whispered sigh of lace,

With glass beads tracing paths of grace.

Each fold, a memory's embrace,

A heartache's trace in fragile space.

In twilight's hush, she finds her place,

A realm of solace, and of grace.

Where paper dreams and glassy tears,

Mingle with the weight of years.

Her dance, a fragile waltz of pain,

A symphony of life's refrain.

Through glass and paper, she conveys,

The pathos of forgotten days.

In her, we find our own despair,

A mirrored soul, a solace rare.

This tender figure, we endear,

In silent moments, we draw near.

For in her dance, her strength is shown,

A testament to love once known.

In glass and paper, she persists,

A symbol of the heart's abyss.