Imagine, if you will, an inkpot with the scent of lavender and whispers of antiquity, quietly weeping onto an unsuspecting parchment. A single droplet ignites a symphony of letters and dreams...
Somewhere, in the periphery of a sunbeam's gentle embrace, eternity dances. Poems formed in shadows and sunlit splashes blend together—a tapestry of time, delicate yet infinite.
Delicate Verses