"Whispers of Change"

Title: "Blossom of Womanhood"

In the quiet cocoon of a girl's twilight,

A sacred bloom, a passage to invite.

The first whisper of womanhood's embrace,

As the moon witnesses with gentle grace.

A tender threshold, a rite of the moon,

In the tapestry of time, a harmonious tune.

Crimson petals unfurl with a gentle sigh,

A girl steps into the canvas of the sky.

A dance with destiny in the silent night,

A clandestine journey, bathed in moonlight.

A girl becomes a woman, a tale untold,

In the realm of secrets, in mysteries unfold.

Awakening whispers, a quiet decree,

A symphony of change, a rhapsody.

The first drop, a cascade in the quietude,

A passage marked by both strength and fortitude.

In the mirror of time, reflections blur,

A girl's innocence begins to mature.

Crimson rivers, a testament to the start,

A bloom of womanhood, a work of art.

Cramps may echo, and discomfort may weave,

Yet, she emerges with the strength to believe.

In the quiet embrace of this intimate dance,

A girl finds her rhythm, her first chance.

So let the petals fall where they may,

A bloom of womanhood in the light of day.

In the poetry of life, a chapter understood,

A girl embraces the blossom of womanhood.