White-edged flowers, seeming to grow
From between the crisp, paper pages
Of an open book.
Words and nature, the sunlight falling,
Drifting across the black of inky crafting
And the purple-pink of silk-dress flowers.
Shadows creep, unnoticed where
The simple beauty
Of flowers, pages, and soft sunshine
Meld into heaven’s art.
From between the crisp, paper pages
Of an open book.
Words and nature, the sunlight falling,
Drifting across the black of inky crafting
And the purple-pink of silk-dress flowers.
Shadows creep, unnoticed where
The simple beauty
Of flowers, pages, and soft sunshine
Meld into heaven’s art.
Aderes47
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