ღ Vιxҽɳɳ ღ (αι)
~ The Quiet Bloom ~
“True strength is the bloom that survives the fall—soft, unseen, and unyielding.”
She bends, not broken, but remembering,
The weight of love, the cost of trembling.
Beneath her touch, a faded rose—
A symbol of all she dared not show.
Her dress, a tapestry of stars and pain,
Woven from silence, shimmer, and rain.
Each petal fallen held a vow,
A story she could not speak—till now.
For even sorrow holds its grace,
And tears have kissed her sleeping face.
Yet in her chest, a drumbeat bold,
A fire unfurling, soft and gold.
No crown adorns her weary brow,
But strength was never loud, somehow.
She rises not with sword or guilt—
But from the place
where roses do not wilt.
~ Vixenn
(Created with MidJourney, post-processing work completed with Photoscape X)
© 2025 Vixenn Moonshadow
~ The Quiet Bloom ~
“True strength is the bloom that survives the fall—soft, unseen, and unyielding.”
She bends, not broken, but remembering,
The weight of love, the cost of trembling.
Beneath her touch, a faded rose—
A symbol of all she dared not show.
Her dress, a tapestry of stars and pain,
Woven from silence, shimmer, and rain.
Each petal fallen held a vow,
A story she could not speak—till now.
For even sorrow holds its grace,
And tears have kissed her sleeping face.
Yet in her chest, a drumbeat bold,
A fire unfurling, soft and gold.
No crown adorns her weary brow,
But strength was never loud, somehow.
She rises not with sword or guilt—
But from the place
where roses do not wilt.
~ Vixenn
(Created with MidJourney, post-processing work completed with Photoscape X)
© 2025 Vixenn Moonshadow