In fabrics woven with threads of time,
We drape our dreams, our hopes, our fears.
A stitch in silk, a button’s chime,
Fashion’s language speaks in layers and tiers.

The runway glows with shimmering light,
Each stride a story, each look a tale.
Bold patterns clash, yet all feels right,
In the parade where trends set sail.

Texture whispers secrets untold,
Velvet, denim, lace, and tweed.
Colors blend in palettes bold,
Crafting the visions that we need.

From vintage charms to modern grace,
Every piece a fragment of the soul.
In fashion’s mirror, we find our place,
A living canvas, ever whole.