From a crumbling Venetian balcony draped in wisteria, a woman in a crimson gown, lit by a single moonbeam, gazes out at the lagoon. Her skin glows with an ethereal luminescence, softly rendered in oil paints, while the choppy water beneath reflects a symphony of blues and blacks, textured with impasto ...
Seafoam kisses sand where beauty takes its stand,Aphrodite's presence, across the golden strand.