Bound by the Living NFT

Your hand rests upon what’s left of time, A fragile skull kissed by blue bloom’s chime. Ropes of sorrow twist in hue, Binding life and death in view. The flowers whisper what bones can’t say, That beauty still grows where decay lays. A final vow, soft and cold— To touch the end, yet never fold. Fo...r even the dead, in shades of blue, Remember the warmth that once was you. (more)