Black White Portrait of Woman
For a brief moment, the light hits her face, Bringing forth a glimmer of unearthly grace. With eyes that dance like moonbeams in the night, She stands there, shining pure and bright.
But then she disappears, slipping back into the dark, Leaving behind only a fleeting spark. A gesture caught upon the lens, A hint of magic that never ends.
For though she’s gone, she remains, Echoing in our hearts with her shimmering refrains. A siren’s song that calls us all, To chase after her shadow, heed her beckoning call.
And so we follow, in search of that glow, That glimmer in the darkness that we all know, A beacon shining in the endless night, A hope that guides us towards the light.
For in her brief moment, she gave us a gift, A glimpse of something beyond our mortal drift, A reminder that even in the darkest of days, We can find a spark of beauty that forever stays.
And so we hold on to that memory, Of her shining grace and boundless energy, For though she’s gone, she lingers still, A spirit that no shadow can ever kill.
