Kata, behind the curtain of time

Behind the curtain of time she stands at the window, her gaze filled with melancholy. In her delicate hand, a dried rose whispers tales of faded love, while the window sill is adorned with a collection of dried roses, testimony to moments gone by. Next to it, as a silent witness, is an old clock, its hands frozen in time, as if urging them to embrace the present and let go of the ghosts of the past