In the bustling heart of every age,
Trends emerge on fashionâs stage,
With vibrant colors and daring flair,
They captivate minds, beyond compare.
Yet swiftly they shift, like sands in breeze,
Fads that promise, then quickly cease,
Chasing shadows of fleeting fame,
Leaving whispers and echoes of a name.
For each new dawn brings a different hue,
A cycle of old becoming anew,
In patterns woven with threads so bright,
Yet destined to vanish in the night.
Embrace the dance, the transient song,
Where trends belong, yet donât belong,
In the tapestry of time, they weave,
A tale of moments that soon must leave.