A quiet mind, a puzzle pieced by time,
Where fragments heal and colors start to rhyme.
The scattered thoughts dissolve into the air,
Leaving a peaceful stillness resting there.
A sudden breath of life comes hovering near,
To whisper words that only souls can hear.
For when the heavy, broken borders fade,
The truest self is beautifully remade.
I'm sorry, forgot, those uploaded images did earlier, and prompts are lost...but there are some images here with the same prompt that I uploaded earlier...