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I do not regret, I do not call, I do not cry - everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees. Withering gold engulfed - I won't be young anymore
A vibrant, hyperrealistic image of fading youth, depicted through fantastical botanical elements and elegant, flowing forms. It evokes a sense of transient beauty and pearl-toned wonder, without inscriptions or frames.