In a field of blue,
a single rose appears—
soft against the storm,
quiet against the tide.
Can I call you Rose?
Not because I know your name,
but because some hearts
recognise beauty
before they understand it.
The canvas keeps its secrets.
The flower simply blooms.
Can I call you Rose. 50×50 cm. Acrylic on Canvas. Deep Edge. Ready to hang.
In a field of blue,
a single rose appears—
soft against the storm,
quiet against the tide.
Can I call you Rose?
Not because I know your name,
but because some hearts
recognise beauty
before they understand it.
The canvas keeps its secrets.
The flower simply blooms.
Can I call you Rose. 50×50 cm. Acrylic on Canvas. Deep Edge. Ready to hang.
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