Azure Refuge

In twilight's hush, where petals unfold, A maiden's form, serene and cold, Blue hair cascading like a midnight stream, Echoes the mystery of a dream. Three birds, in azure plumage bright, Perch upon her skin, a gentle sight, Their beaks, like bronze, a subtle gleam, As they nestle close, a peaceful theme. The flowers, a mix of white and blue, Dance around her, a waltz anew, Their delicate forms, a gentle sway, As if beckoning her to a secret way. In this still scene, a story's spun, Of a soul at peace, beneath the sun, The birds, a symbol of freedom's call, As they surround her, one and all. A moment's beauty, frozen in time, A fleeting glance, a heart's rhyme, A vision of serenity, pure and bright, A refuge from the world's plight.