Porcelain Reverie, with a poem by @mojoart

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Porcelain Reverie

In the hush of a world brushed soft with despair,
She stands like a sigh in the pastel air.
Pale as a whisper, her lashes fall tight,
A porcelain soul dimmed gently of light.

Long threads of moonlight cascade down her frame,
Each strand a sorrow she will not name.
Around her, pink butterflies silently glide,
Tethered by branches where secrets hide.

They perch like thoughts too tender to speak,
Their wings pulse slow on her downturned cheek.
The sky behind hums a muted hue,
As if the clouds are mourning too.

A hush, a hush—the gothic sigh
Of dreams that drift but do not die.
Beauty aches in her silent pose,
Where innocence sleeps in sorrow’s rose.

with love by @mojoart