Stars sewn in her hair,She holds the dark-feathered bird—Blooms wake in the deep.Midnight in her arms,Wild wings rest against her breast,Silence starts to grow.Petals made of light,Shadows woven into grace,Nature holds its breath.
Stars sewn in her hair,She holds the dark-feathered bird—Blooms wake in the deep.Midnight in her arms,Wild wings rest against her breast,Silence starts to grow.Petals made of light,Shadows woven into grace,Nature holds its breath.
I'm sorry, forgot, those uploaded images did earlier, and prompts are lost...but there are some images here with the same prompt that I uploaded earlier...