Azure Serenity

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden's form, like alabaster, stands tall. Her tresses, dark as the night's dark veil, Cascade down, a mysterious, flowing gale. Upon her breast, a bird of azure lies, Its feathers glowing with a gentle, ethereal guise. The flowers around, a mix of pink and blue, Dance in the breeze, as if in reverence anew. The scene is set, a moment frozen in time, A moment of peace, a moment sublime. The woman's eyes, closed, as if in deep repose, Invite the viewer to pause, and let their spirit disclose. The bird, a symbol of freedom, wild and free, Rests on her breast, a token of serenity. In this tableau, we find a sense of calm, A refuge from life's storms, a balm. The colors blend, a palette soft and pale, As the maiden and the bird, a gentle tale.