Whispers in Bloom, with a poem below

More about Whispers in Bloom, with a poem below

In twilight’s hush, a shadow appears,
A figure carved from ancient fears,
With hands of dusk and breath so still,
Bearing blooms, dark-rooted, chill.

A slender girl stands wrapped in light,
Her gaze a blend of warmth and fright,
Her beauty drawn in shades so fine,
In thin, smooth strokes—delicate lines.

The bouquet breathes with secrets deep,
Its petals dark, their whispers steep,
A scent of worlds unknown to dawn,
From realms where strange and silent yawn.

Sharp contours kiss each petal’s face,
Yet softness lingers in their grace,
A world of shades, both light and night,
Of fear and hope in gentle fight.

Brushes dance in subtle song,
Relief in forms both soft and strong,
While shadows hold what light denies,
The strange bouquet, her dark surprise.

With love, By Mojo