🎨 Hello, dear artists!
A skull so small, with hollow eyes,
beneath the stars and open skies.
It doesn’t grin to cause a scare,
just holds the stories once lived there.
A whisper of a laugh long gone,
a memory still holding on.
Not creepy, no—it’s soft and true,
a quiet friend just passing through.
A gentle tale of me and you
Turn off your phone and reserve this time just for you. Colors, brushes… and action!.🖼️🖌️
