🌻 Let the music carry you, like a gentle breeze lifting petals from a flower. The crescendos are bold strokes, the decrescendos soft whispers. The tempo quickens, and suddenly, you’re painting a sun-drenched field, where wildflowers sway.
🌻 The love you’ve lost, the dreams you’ve held, the memories etched in your soul. You play the pain, the hope, the quiet acceptance. The notes blend, layer upon layer, until the canvas is alive with sound and color.
5 июл 2024
