Whispers of Pietro
Reflection
In the cradle of dreams, where innocence lies,
A child named Pietro, a soul so wise.
Soft whispers of petals, a gentle embrace,
A world of wonder in every gaze.
The monochrome canvas, a silent hymn,
Cradles the essence of what it means
To be pure, to be free, to be whole,
A heart untouched by the world's cold.
The name 'Pietro' echoes softly,
A promise of love, a legacy.
In this stillness, a world unfolds,
Where every line tells a story untold.
Oh, Pietro, you are the dawn's first light,
A beacon of hope in the endless night.
May your journey be filled with grace,
And may your heart never lose its place.
For in your eyes, the world finds its truth,
A reminder of what it means to be pure,
A child of dreams, a child of grace,
A soul that will forever leave its trace.