Twilight in monochrome with a ribbon of moonlight
falling from a thimble in nature’s crecendo.
A symphony of silence in dew-kissed meadows
where flutter of a moth’s wings
awakens the world.
For we are the ghosts in the garden
seeking solace in the shadows
where the souls breathe eternal.
dearest Adagio soft exhale ❤️
Thank you, Brenda.