Azure Serenade
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where petals unfold,
A maiden's form, a gentle hold.
Blue birds sing sweet serenades,
As flowers bloom, in shaded glades.
Her dark hair, a rich, velvet night,
Contrasts with skin, a soft, luminescent light.
The birds, in harmony, they sway,
As if the night, itself, were singing a lullaby's gentle way.
In this serene, and dreamlike state,
The world, it whispers, 'You are not alone, you are free to create.'
The flowers, they bloom, in every hue,
A colorful dance, both old, and new.
The blue birds, with feathers, soft as skin,
Remind us that, we are not alone within.
In this still moment, we find our peace,
A sense of calm, the world's wild release.
The image speaks, of beauty, and of art,
A reflection, of the human heart.