You Can Call Me Rose
Through every season I have learned that beauty is not loud.
It is shown in how I rise, how I heal, how I remain.
I see it now, not perfect but real,
shaped by everything I have survived.
You can call me Rose. 62×50 cm. Acrylic on Canvas, Ready to hang. Frame not included.
You Can Call Me Rose
Through every season I have learned that beauty is not loud.
It is shown in how I rise, how I heal, how I remain.
I see it now, not perfect but real,
shaped by everything I have survived.
You can call me Rose. 62×50 cm. Acrylic on Canvas, Ready to hang. Frame not included.
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