When the sun goes down, everything is quiet, and desire learns a new language made of breath and waiting.
Thoughts glide like calm tides, conveying secrets to a moonlit coast where the air smells nice.
Every part of the body is a poem, and every flaw is taken to a place where softness is the only rule.
The shape starts to speak in shimmering parentheses as the light fades, as beautiful as a promise spoken to the night.
There is a calm place between breathing in and out: a velvet structure, a cathedral of fire, and a chandelier of time that is slowing down. The heart writes its name in invisible gold and puts it on the tongue of stillness, where it turns into nectar.
The petals of shadow open and close in a ceremonial way.
The light comes and passes like a tide that brings back things of value.
It says: “dedication to becoming.” Sealed with "Being gentle makes you strong."
And a peaceful morning keeps rising at the edge of touch.
A gentle sunlight keeps coming up all along the horizon of touch. It is patient, exact, and unavoidable, and it is always feminine.

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