Midnight Muse

In the depths of slumber, she finds solace among the flowers, A midnight muse, surrounded by petals and gentle hours. The blue bird, a symbol of wisdom, perches on her breast, A guardian of secrets, a keeper of the night's unrest. Her hair, a cascade of darkness, flows like the night, A mysterious aura, a halo of subtle light. The flowers, a mix of pastel hues, a soothing serenade, A lullaby of colors, a gentle, sweet shade. In this tranquil scene, she finds her peaceful nest, A haven from the world's din, a place to rest. The artist's brushstrokes, a masterful blend of light and shade, A dance of colors, a symphony of emotions displayed. In this moment, she is free, a spirit unbound, A midnight muse, a dreamer, lost in the beauty around.