Fleur Signet
One instrument knows
not the secrets the other keeps.
In my delicate strokes, no room for compromise,
The Fleur, crimson and tender, in my gentle embrace,
has started to crumble in my hands, an ephemeral grace,
In each wilted petal's prose, secrets gently swirl,
As if death himself uttered, it was never your pearl.
One instrument knows
not the secrets the other keeps.
In my delicate strokes, no room for compromise,
The Fleur, crimson and tender, in my gentle embrace,
has started to crumble in my hands, an ephemeral grace,
In each wilted petal's prose, secrets gently swirl,
As if death himself uttered, it was never your pearl.
One instrument knows
not the secrets the other keeps.
In my delicate strokes, no room for compromise,
The Fleur, crimson and tender, in my gentle embrace,
has started to crumble in my hands, an ephemeral grace,
In each wilted petal's prose, secrets gently swirl,
As if death himself uttered, it was never your pearl.
The Flèur is available as a pendant and a ring.
Handmade in Greece.
