Sunrise Cascade: The Spectrum of Self | Minted January 21th, 2024. Verify via Twitter account @Elianisweb3 and/or Instagram account @elianis_web3 and/or https://zeroone.art/profile/elianis | In twilight's tender, silent plea, she stands, A silhouette 'gainst dawn's expanding bands. Her hair, the tranquil blue of waking skies, Heralds the morn with soft, whispered sighs.

Crowned in aurora's golden, gleaming light, Her thoughts adrift in day's impending flight. Colors cascade in a vibrant, telling stream, Painting her spirit with each hue and dream.

Beneath her gaze, where secrets softly dwell, Lies the quiet pulse of a new day's swell. The sun upon her heart, a fiery mark, Radiates a path through the tender dark.

A tapestry of self in drips and flows, Reveals the depth where inner beauty glows. She is both the canvas and the muse's song, Where every shade of soul truly belongs.

With every dawn, her essence is reborn, In the spectrum of self, she is adorned. A poem of hues in life's grand array, She is the morn, the dusk, the sun's first ray.