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~ Grace in the Green ~
“She belonged to the green—the hush, the breath, the ever-gentle becoming.”
Draped in velvet, forest-spun,
She moves like moonlight on the run.
Each breath she takes, a sacred hymn,
A song of love on woodland whim.
Beneath her touch, the shadows sigh,
For beauty born of earth and sky—
She dreams of love, not grand or loud,
But quiet hearts that stand unbowed.
She drifted through the emerald hush,
Where time stood still in twilight’s blush.
A prayer wrapped in the breath of trees,
She danced upon the quiet breeze.
And love, once lost, began to stir—
She did not ask for love; it came to her.
~ Storme
(Created with MidJourney, post-processing work completed with Photoscape X)
© 2025 Vixenn Moonshadow
~ Grace in the Green ~
“She belonged to the green—the hush, the breath, the ever-gentle becoming.”
Draped in velvet, forest-spun,
She moves like moonlight on the run.
Each breath she takes, a sacred hymn,
A song of love on woodland whim.
Beneath her touch, the shadows sigh,
For beauty born of earth and sky—
She dreams of love, not grand or loud,
But quiet hearts that stand unbowed.
She drifted through the emerald hush,
Where time stood still in twilight’s blush.
A prayer wrapped in the breath of trees,
She danced upon the quiet breeze.
And love, once lost, began to stir—
She did not ask for love; it came to her.
~ Storme
(Created with MidJourney, post-processing work completed with Photoscape X)
© 2025 Vixenn Moonshadow