In the silence of the meadow, where wildflowers sway, there is a language of colors that does not need a voice, just the breezes and the gentle pulse of the earth beneath, whispering secrets of life.
- Tadeusz Różewicz
In the silence of the meadow, where wildflowers sway, there is a language of colors that does not need a voice, just the breezes and the gentle pulse of the earth beneath, whispering secrets of life.