She walks in beauty,
like the hush before dawn,
soft as the whisper of leaves
where morning lingers.
Light gathers in her eyes,
not in brilliance, not in flame,
but in the quiet glow of embers
warming the edges of the world.
Night folds around her shoulders,
a velvet sky without weight,
where silence sings its song
and time forgets to move.
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