Raven in the moonlight — a single silhouette against silver, wings folded like secrets, eyes holding the hush between heartbeats.
It perches on the night’s thin fence of stars, feathered shadow brushing the soft edge of moon-glow. Breath of wind carries a whisper of old stories, untranslated, but known.
Nocturne of hush and feather, a quiet promise that some mysteries remain, not to be solved but to be kept, beautifully, on your wall.
Raven in the moonlight — a single silhouette against silver, wings folded like secrets, eyes holding the hush between heartbeats.
It perches on the night’s thin fence of stars, feathered shadow brushing the soft edge of moon-glow. Breath of wind carries a whisper of old stories, untranslated, but known.
Nocturne of hush and feather, a quiet promise that some mysteries remain, not to be solved but to be kept, beautifully, on your wall.
