"Golden Dreams of Ghostly Realms" unfurl,
Sculpture projects from discarded objects swirl.
Once deemed valueless, mere rubbish they'd seem,
Yet beauty hides within, like a whispered dream.
Uninhibited, the rejected finds its allure,
For even in cast-offs, there's beauty pure.
Life and the Sun bestow a graceful grace,
Delighting my soul, embracing every trace.
Deeper meaning to life, it does bestow,
In fragments discarded, a profound glow.
Each piece whispers stories, untold and unseen,
Revealing existence's essence, vibrant and keen.
Transformed, reborn, by an artist's hand,
From refuse to art, they magically expand.
Resilience shines through, in this wondrous display,
As fragments find purpose, in a remarkable way.
Let the golden dreams of ghostly realms unfurl,
Igniting passion within, as secrets unfurl.
For beyond the surface, where shadows may cling,
Lies a tapestry of wonder, where beauty takes wing.