Cerulean Sanctuary

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A maiden dwells, surrounded by flowers' gentle call. Her dark tresses cascade, a waterfall of night, As she bows her head, in contemplation's quiet light. A blue bird perches, a symbol of serene delight, Its feathers glowing, like the moon's gentle might. The flowers, a tapestry of pastel hues, Dance around her, in a waltz of ethereal Muse. In this still moment, time stands still, As the world's din fades, and the heart's deep well Is filled with the beauty, of this peaceful scene, Where the maiden and bird, in harmony are seen. The soft petals, like silk to the touch, Invite the senses, to a world so gentle and such. In this sanctuary, the soul finds its nest, Where love and peace entwine, and the heart finds rest.