She stands where sunlight meets the past,
In lace that whispers, “nothing lasts.”
Two shadows rest in pillars’ fold,
Their vows now silent, stories old.
Her gown blooms soft with flowers bright,
Yet carries ghosts within the light.
The third to love, the third to weep,
In memories the others keep.
Still she glows, serene, alive —
Among their echoes, she will thrive.
For every loss, a bloom remains,
And life begins where love once wanes.
A radiant bride standing beside a sunlit window, wearing a breathtaking gown of delicate filigree lace. The dress’s flowing train is adorned with intricate, multicolored flowers cascading gracefully to the floor. Soft morning light filters through the window, illuminating the lace details and floral ...
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A radiant bride standing beside a sunlit window, wearing a breathtaking gown of delicate filigree lace. The dress’s flowing train is adorned with intricate, multicolored flowers cascading gracefully to the floor. Soft morning light filters through the window, illuminating the lace details and floral ...
She stands where sunlight meets the past, In lace that whispers, “nothing lasts.” Two shadows rest in pillars’ fold, Their vows now silent, stories old.
Her gown blooms soft with flowers bright, Yet carries ghosts within the light. The third to love, the third to weep, In memories the others keep.
Still she glows, serene, alive — Among their echoes, she will thrive. For every loss, a bloom remains, And life begins where love once wanes.