Wings and Patel's soft touch

Wings and Patels

Enchanted Wings and Whispered Bloom

In twilight’s hush where roses dream,

And moonlight spills a silver gleam,

The butterflies in velvet flight

Sweet whisper across the falling night.

Their wings, like parchment kissed by stars,

Trace ancient runes in looping arcs,

Each flutter hums a lover’s vow,

Soft as the breeze on petal brow.

The roses blush in muted grace,

Their fragrance laced with time’s embrace,

They lean toward wings that gently pass,

As if to catch love’s fleeting gasp.

No need for crimson’s bold parade,

In sepia tones, the heart is swayed—

A world where magic softly sighs,

And romance blooms beneath the skies.

So let this garden ever be

A haven carved from reverie,

Where butterflies and roses meet,

And love walks in on silent feet.