Whispers of Innocence

In the quiet cradle of time, a soul ascends, A tender gaze that pierces the veil of the mundane. The lines of youth, etched with the promise of dreams, Speak of a world where wonder is the only domain. Eyes that wander, seeking the stars above, A mind unburdened by the weight of the world. The softness of skin, the purity of thought, A canvas where imagination unfurls. This sketch, a testament to fleeting moments, Catches the essence of a soul in bloom. The artist's hand, a whisper of truth, Transforms the ordinary into the profound. In this portrait, we see ourselves reflected, In the innocence of a child, our own lost dreams. The journey of growth, the path of becoming, Begins with the purity of these sacred beams. Let this image be a mirror, a guide, A reminder of the light within us all. For in the eyes of a child, we find the key, To unlock the doors of our own untold tales.