Azure Refuge
Reflection
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.