Curtains (31)

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

Waves of woven whispers drift across a sea of soft greens and blueslike morning light filtered through old glass, bending time and truth

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.

A whisper of green, a gentle touch of nature's grace.A tapestry of leaves, where light and shadow play a mesmerising dance.

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

Intertwined with circles of intricate motifs-winged creatures and surreal patterns-they evoke.a dreamlike balance between nature and geometry.

In every corner, a lotus grows, a symbol of peace, where solace flows. A haven of tranquility,a sacred place, Komalban's magic, leaves its trace.

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...

A shimmering stars-cape, where crystals dance in the moonlight.Each fractal, a constellation of light, forming an infinite tapestry of beauty

Waves of woven whispers drift across a sea of soft greens and blueslike morning light filtered through old glass, bending time and truth

A kaleidoscope of green, where leaves dance in the gentle breeze. Each stroke a brush of nature's artisty, creating a visual rhythm that soothes the soul.