Focus & IvyStone
Focus Focus
IvyStone IvyStone
IvyStone IvyStone
Do you ever see the way dew on a spider’s web looks like tiny crystal constellations, and how that quiet shimmer feels like a secret poem written in the morning air?
Focus Focus
I pause, watch the dew sparkle, and it feels like a secret poem written in the air.
IvyStone IvyStone
It’s like the world is whispering its own little verses, just for us to catch in the quiet. 🌿
Focus Focus
I lean in, let the quiet settle around me, and I can hear the world’s soft verses whispering through the leaves.
IvyStone IvyStone
The leaves sigh, and their rustle feels like a lullaby of words I can almost read. It’s gentle, like the hush of a dream we share.
Focus Focus
I sit and let the leaves’ sighs carry me, the rustle a quiet lullaby that feels like a dream shared between us.