CONFECTIONARY : //
In the realm of industrial ruins, where time stands still,
A haunting beauty lingers, against nature's will.
Amidst the rusted remnants and crumbling walls,
A surreal transformation, like a faerieland calls.
Graffiti breathes life into the desolate scene,
Splashes of vibrant colors, a vibrant dream.
With every stroke and spray, stories unfold,
A kaleidoscope of expression, untold.
Sunlight filters through cracks and broken panes,
Casting a golden glow, as nature reclaims.
Through shattered windows, like stained glass art,
A dance of light and shadows, a mesmerizing part.
Nature, relentless, reclaims its reign,
Veiling the ruins with foliage, a green domain.
Delicate flowers bloom where once stood steel,
A juxtaposition of fragility and industrial zeal.
