Tenderness

Description

She is the silence that lingers long after you’ve left.
In her gaze lives a pain that doesn’t scream, but burns.
Her eyes – deep wells with a golden shimmer of tears.
Her hair – not a crown, but a halo of memory, value, and unspoken truths.
She does not seek attention – she enchants it.
Her tenderness is not weakness.
It is armor made of light.

Handpainted painting on canvas with acryl and real bulgarian coins.

Size : 50 x 51

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