In hues of twilight, soft and deep,
A maiden's soul begins to seep.
Adorned with blooms, a regal crown,
She wears the weight of dreams unwound.
In whispered thoughts, she finds her way,
Beneath the moon's enchanting sway.
With every breath, a sacred song,
She dances in the shadows long.
Oh, fleeting beauty, timeless grace,
Your presence fills this sacred space.
In silent reverie, you weave,
A tapestry of dreams to cleave.
Whispers in the Twilight
Artist
Medium and Substrate
Oil on CanvasDimensions
16" W x 20" HFraming
Framed by ArtistTags
Realism