aniket22
Epic Legend
She moves like a breeze through the still of my day,
A whisper of lavender that floats far away.
Her silence is music, her glance is a flame,
A storm wrapped in softness, with no need for name.
She carries the dusk in the sway of her dress,
A sigh in the wind, a soft-spoken yes.
The air turns to silver when she passes through—
The world holds its breath just to feel something true.
A whisper of lavender that floats far away.
Her silence is music, her glance is a flame,
A storm wrapped in softness, with no need for name.
She carries the dusk in the sway of her dress,
A sigh in the wind, a soft-spoken yes.
The air turns to silver when she passes through—
The world holds its breath just to feel something true.