In the hush of cherry blossoms’ fall, A quiet heart remembers it all — The whisper of temples, the curve of the eaves, The ink of longing the paper weaves. There is no one else — you are everywhere, In the mountain mist, in the perfumed air. Through painted skies and lanterned dreams, Love lingers softly between the seams. Peacocks bloom where silence sings, And time folds gently on paper wings. I do not know how long it’s been — Yet your soul still dances in every scene. #artjournal #asmrjournal #fyp #craftbymonicascraft #WinterJournal