Whispers in the Alley
Reflection
In the quiet alley, shadows softly fall,
Amidst the buildings, stories stand tall.
People pass, with dogs by their side,
In this serene scene, life gently glides.
The artist's brush captures the essence of the day,
With muted tones, in a gentle, fading way.
The street lamps, like sentinels of old,
Watch over the moments, as they unfold.
In this tranquil moment, we find our peace,
A reflection of life, in the alley's release.
The world slows down, and we breathe deep,
In the stillness, our spirits softly creep.
The painting whispers secrets, of a bygone age,
A testament to the beauty, in a simple stage.