In moon's embrace, where runes of old doth play,. 'Midst sacred blooms and silvered light astray,.
19 Jan 2024, 09:20
In moon's embrace, where runes of old doth play,
'Midst sacred blooms and silvered light astray,
The Flower of Life, in geometric grace,
Unfurls its pattern in the starry space.
Beneath the cosmic dance of spheres aloft,
The forest whispers secrets, soft and oft.
With blossoms…