Original artwork description:

They say that in old Jerusalem, pink roses were the only flowers permitted to bloom within the walls. Not the purple, not the scarlet—only these, the colour of the dawn over the Mount of Olives. They were a symbol of the path—from bud to blossom, from silence to prayer, from the human to the divine. A path to perfection that begins not in grand gestures, but in quietness.
These flowers are all I am permitted to carry through these iron and cold walls. They have no scent. They have been scentless for a long time. Their fragrance remained there, beyond the walls, in the hum of streets and the dust of centuries. But within their fragile petals lies a secret geometry, the pattern by which the universe folds itself out of nothing.
One must simply remember: even in the strictest isolation, in the most voluntary emptiness, a stubborn reflection of pink remains. The last permitted miracle. The final bridge between you and what you once called the world.
And it seems, if one were to touch them, a finger would perceive not the silk of a petal, but a quiet, continuous hum—the noise of the path these flowers have travelled to be here. In the silence. Within these walls.

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#flowers #summer #pink #garden #textures #apples #vintage #shadows #roses #sunlight #grape #bunch flowers #outumn