In Zora’s realm of endless hue,
Colors breathe, the skies renew,
A dance of light, where shadows play,
In abstract whispers, night meets day.

Shapes unfold, like thoughts unbound,
In Zora’s dream, no edges found.
A world beyond, where hearts can soar,
Through Zora’s eyes, we see much more.

Lines that twist, and forms that gleam,
In Zora’s art, we chase the dream.
A canvas wide, of silent screams,
In every stroke, are Zora’s dreams.