Soft as a sigh on parchment skies, each bloom unfolds in gentle grayscale grace- a garden of shadows where time tiptoes. Petals drift like faded memories, etched in ink and moonlight.
In rows of quite grace that bloom, tiny ensembles of stillness, held in time, each one cradle in a circle of clam, like whispered mantras carved in clay
The fabric whispers of days gone by, of royal courts beneath the sky of murmuration of aflock. Tigers dreaming in a palace grand, a symphony of colours aross the land.
The leaves they whisper of sun kissed days and moonlit nights in a soft, hazy haze.of dreams, hopes and memories dear, a timeless elegance, forever near
