In the quiet of the soul’s deep night, Lies a spectrum painted bright. Shades of identity softly blend, In hues…
In the quiet moments of reflection, I find whispers of who I am, A tapestry woven with threads unseen, Dancing…
In the garden of souls, where colors blend, A spectrum wide, no start, no end. Each hue a story, each…
In the mirror’s gentle gaze, A myriad of hues unfold, Each shade a whisper, a story, Of identities untold. Beneath…
In the quiet corners of my mind, I search for who I am inside, Peeling layers, one by one, To…