In the heart of a rose-scented garden, Where the sunset’s glow painted the water red, An ancient marble well stood tall, A symbol of birth, rebirth, and redemption. Water, the source of life, flowed in its depths, Reflecting the golden light of dusk, A beacon of hope for weary hearts, A promise of healing for tired souls. Roses, with their velvety petals and sweet perfume, Encircled the well like a garland, Symbols of love, beauty, and transformation, Guardians of the rebirth that was to come.
From the well’s depths, a figure emerged, A woman naked, her skin radiant as dawn, Reborn from the water, a being new and free, The burden of the past washed away, forgotten. In that moment of enlightenment, She recognized her strength, her resilience, Her power to overcome darkness, And she embraced life with renewed vigor. The marble well, a portal to a new existence, A place of rebirth, healing, and transformation, An eternal symbol of the triumph of the human spirit, And of the hope that rises in the depths of adversity, as the sun sets