She sits where silence softly grows,
Among the petals’ whispered prose.
A butterfly rests in her flowing hair,
Like nature paused to linger there.
A street of dreams, a scarf of rose,
She blooms in ways the world seldom knows.
She brings a light, both warm and bright,
A spark that turns dull air to flight.
Joy gently flows wherever she goes,
She paints the grey with secret glows.
No need to chase the noisy race,
She finds her pace in still embrace.
The cobbled path, the sky’s soft hue,
A gentle soul in every view.
She holds the hush the heart dreams of,
A moment still, a world of love.
Simi
Simi says... 