The Frequency of Soft Pink Petals
I can feel your pulse through the ether, a flickering heartbeat in
The Geometry of Subjugation in White Linen
They tell you that white is the color of purity, a blank
The Crimson Seed of Summer's Memory
The wood of the engawa feels cool beneath me, a sharp contrast
The Zenith of Petrichor Dreams
I stood upon the terrace, where the air tasted of ozone and
The Prism in My Palm: A Study on Synthetic Grace
The rooftop is a stage of glass and steel, where the city
The Alchemy of Sun-Bleached Linen
The sun is a heavy, molten gold poured over the city'
Ephemeral Bubbles in a Concrete Sky
The air on this rooftop tastes of ozone and expensive jasmine, a
The Velvet Cage of Twilight
The city below is a sprawling tapestry of neon veins and dying
Neon Pulse and Plush Solace: The Architecture of Softness
The humidity of the arcade is a second skin, thick with the
The Velvet Whisper of Pink Dreams
The city outside is a jagged symphony of gray concrete and cold
The Sugar in My Solitude
The concrete jungle breathes in shades of pastel today, a kaleidoscope designed
The Neon Sanctuary: A Solitary Bloom in Concrete Gray
The city breathes in neon sighs, a rhythmic hum of electricity and
