hrough fractured glass and shifting shade,
A dream of amber light is spun,
Where patterns on the skin are made
By shadows playing with the sun.
She holds a single, silent rose,
A quiet bloom in patterned grace,
As fleeting water-prism glows
Across the stillness of her face.
A world caught in a breathless seam,
Where waking life becomes a dream.
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...