Cathedral of Negative Space
Within black spires, white corridors unfold, Two shadows enter, hushed beneath the stone. The arches breathe where silent light is told, A city-temple drawn from ink alone. Each curve becomes a door the mind can keep, A maze of calm where towering angles glide. We walk the threshold, and the heights grow deep, While night turns pure, and emptiness is wide.
Size
A3 (30×42 cm)
Frame
$0.00Framed
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