Paper and Glass I

 

In glass and paper, she arose,

A fragile beauty, nature's prose.

Her form a dance of light and shade,

A masterpiece, divinely made.

Her eyes of stained glass, windows deep,

Within their depths, her secrets keep.

A paper filigree entwined,

Revealing thoughts, a brilliant mind.

A cascade of hues, her flowing hair,

Soft whispers in the gentle air.

Her glassy skin, a spectrum bright,

A canvas for the sun's warm light.

A gown of paper lace she wore,

With glass beads, a shimmering core.

Elegance in every fold,

A tale of grace and strength untold.

Amidst a pastel realm she dwells,

Her fragile form a story tells.

Of human spirit, fierce and meek,

A truth we yearn, yet seldom speak.

In her dance, she comes alive,

A testament to strength, and drive.

Her glass and paper soul, a muse,

For life's sweet melody, we choose.

In her, we see reflections clear,

Of beauty, love, and strength, so dear.

This woman, crafted with such grace,

A fragile masterpiece, we embrace.