Whisper of Innocence

In the quiet cradle of dreams, a soul rests, A tender face, a name etched in time—Pietro. Soft whispers of childhood, a world yet to bloom, Where innocence dances with the light of the moon. The strokes of the artist, gentle and true, Capture a moment, a fleeting, sacred view. Eyes closed, a world of wonder lies within, A heart unburdened, a spirit unbroken. This portrait is more than mere lines and shade, It is the essence of purity, a sacred braid. It speaks to the child in each of us, A reminder of the beauty that once was. In this stillness, we find our own reflection, A mirror of hope, a beacon of connection. For in every heart, a child still resides, Waiting to be awakened, to be inspired. So let this image be a talisman, a guide, A reminder of the innocence we left behind. For in the eyes of a child, we see the light, A beacon of hope, a promise of flight.