chionánthi

chionánthi 🇬🇷

by Étoile Noire

Snowdrops rise in a silken cascade,
Whispers of frost where the stillness is made.
Crystal on air, pure in its glow,
Not just a scent—it’s a winter show.

Petals of white, hope on parade,
Confidence blooms in Chionánthi’s shade.
It doesn’t break, it lights the way—
This isn’t perfume… it’s dawn in bouquet.

Snowdrops 01/11/26