She Carries Storms in Silence

In shades of grey and shadow,
she does not smile – she simply is.
Her eyes hold a thousand unspoken words,
her gaze, a quiet storm
that does not ask for permission.
Braided hair, like woven memories,
resting gently on a shoulder
that has carried more than it shows.
Every brushstroke is a whisper,
every shadow, a secret.
She is not painted – she is remembered.
A face that time will not forget.

Object number

017.0991