She dances where the breezes play,
Her worries drift, then fade away.
Each step a whisper, soft and free,
A rhythm born of sky and sea.
No bounds, no fears to hold her in—
She finds her soul… within the wind.
- Collections: Figurative Painting
She dances where the breezes play,
Her worries drift, then fade away.
Each step a whisper, soft and free,
A rhythm born of sky and sea.
No bounds, no fears to hold her in—
She finds her soul… within the wind.