Reflections in the Heart’s Gallery

In the heart’s gallery, emotions thrive,
A mosaic of feelings, alive and wide,
Love, joy, and sorrow, all intertwined,
In the canvas of life, beautifully designed.

Amidst the colors, happiness blooms,
Like a vibrant garden, in full costume,
Laughter and smiles, like cascading stream,
Brightening the gallery, like a radiant dream.

Yet, in the corner, deep shades reside,
Where sorrow and pain, quietly reside,
Tears and fears, sketched in the dark,
Aching reminders, leaving their mark.

The mosaic shifts, emotions dance,
A kaleidoscope of fate and chance,
Each piece telling a story untold,
In the heart’s gallery, a masterpiece unfolds.

The canvas of emotions, a sight to see,
In the heart’s gallery, where feelings roam free,
A reflection of life, in every hue,
Emotions mosaic, forever true.

Reflections in the Mosaic

In the mosaic of past, a symphony of memories,
Each shard tells a story, of love and miseries.
Colors of joy and hues of pain, entwined so beautifully,
A patchwork of life’s canvas, a tale spun artfully.

fragments of laughter and tears, embedded in time,
Each piece holds a fragment, of a moment so sublime.
With every cracked piece, a lesson to be learned,
The mosaic of past, a treasure to be discerned.

Through shattered glass, reflections of the past unfold,
A kaleidoscope of experiences, patterns untold.
Each fragment a mirror, of the journey we traversed,
The mosaic of past, where every image is immersed.

The broken pieces, a reminder of trials and grace,
A portrayal of endurance, etched on every trace.
In the mosaic of past, we find strength and resolve,
As every shattered piece, a lesson to absolve.

A masterpiece crafted, from moments both bleak and bright,
The mosaic of past, a gallery of life’s delight.
A reflection of the self, in fragments so diverse,
Each piece a testament, of experiences to immerse.