Bloom Beats
She holds the bloom between two fingers—
not for meaning, just for the vibe,
just to feel it turn.
The beat is slow, the light is warm,
a field breathes behind her,
every petal tuned to something louder than sound.
Turn it up, the voice says—
and for a moment, you do.
Not the volume.
The moment.
🎵 Fashion-electronic. Chill. A pulse you barely notice—until you feel it.
