In the garden of MF Cardamone's mind,
Blossoms the unseen, where science and spirit bind.
Each leaf and petal, a story unfurls,
In colors vibrant, her canvas swirls.
With whispers of the earth, inked in deep hue,
She captures the essence, old truths in the new.
A begonia winks with a vintage ad's charm,
Hints of a world that can mean no harm.
The snake in the branches, a secret to tell,
Of ancient wisdom, where deep mysteries dwell.
Her art, a bridge where two worlds meet,
In the heart's quiet corners, a pulsing beat.
Like Rumi’s verses that dance and play,
Her botanicals speak in a mystical way.
Each creation, a poem from nature's own hand,
A dance of the soul, in a visual land.
Through her whimsy, we traverse a path,
Where plants whisper their epigraph.
In each frame, a universe expands,
Crafted lovingly by Cardamone's hands.
So, roam in the fields of her painted flora,
Where each piece is a universe, a new aurora.
And like the poet who speaks to the soul,
Her art stirs the heart, making it whole.
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4/14/2024