Whispers of Innocence
Reflection
In the quiet cradle of dreams, a soul rests,
A tender sketch, a fleeting breath of grace.
The lines that dance, the strokes that embrace,
A silent story, a world in repose.
Eyes closed, the world outside fades away,
A moment frozen, a timeless embrace.
The softness of youth, the purity of clay,
A canvas where innocence takes its place.
The artist's hand, a gentle whisper,
Catches the essence of what cannot be seen.
In every line, a story of wonder,
A reminder of the beauty within.
This is not just a drawing, but a mirror,
Reflecting the depths of our own hearts.
In its stillness, we find our own stories,
A reminder of the love that starts.
Whispers of Innocence, a timeless ode,
To the purity that lingers in our souls.