She stands in the dim light of morning her laughter weaving through the fog that is now evaporating ,nails polished to a “T”, they catch the glint of the sun ,sharp like a Diamondback poised,ready to strike

Her eyes could cut through titanium, or could cradle you like a mother with her new babe; yet I hear her eyes asking my soul:
“Can you contain what you cannot define?”

She is every full moon, her beauty both a beacon and a veil,the paradox of allure that both invites and intimidates; she literally breaks philosophy

Her awe is not just in the mirror’s reflection,but in the way the world bends at the gravity of her heart

beneath the complexity of her soul there seems to be a mosaic of scars and tears, a heart that’s been broken, yet is willing to love, to trust, to breathe again

She is a reminder that beauty,in all its forms,is the audacity to exist unapologetically and be who you are

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