She walks silently, through ancient walls and blooms that open only for her.
Her face is still like a prayer, and her gaze plants peace in every passerby.
It wasn’t the garden she planted — it was longing she sowed in the eyes of those who saw her.
Every rose bows not out of respect, but in recognition that it was born from her shadow.
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From the works of AlShahriFX – The School of Soul Explosion
Art that is not seen… but felt.