The Velvet Memory
She walks with the hush of ancient drums,
carrying forests in her ears and hearts in her gaze.
Every wrinkle whispers a tale, every step blooms color into the dark.
A keeper of kindness, moving slowly through dreams.
She walks with the hush of ancient drums,
carrying forests in her ears and hearts in her gaze.
Every wrinkle whispers a tale, every step blooms color into the dark.
A keeper of kindness, moving slowly through dreams.