The poem Shield

Forged metals, bearing the traces of a journey, etched with scars, and transmuted to hold the very essence of shadow, framing its dance in all its elusive beauty.

Here lie imprints of unconfessed secrets, remnants of moments never lived, emotions that have shaped us into who we are. Words crystallized in golden snow, frozen in time.

Hidden gems, akin to suspended sighs of a lover on the cusp of a kiss. Still-life canvases of sentiments barely whispered, delicately caressing the curve of the ear with disarming intimacy.

Poem by Juan Kruz Diaz de Garaio

Solid Sterling Silver