In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where dreams and truths align,
Lies a dance of identity,
Beyond the boundaries of defined.

Unseen threads weave stories untold,
Of hearts that beat in different hues,
A tapestry of vibrant souls,
Seeking freedom in diverse views.

The mirror reflects a thousand faces,
Each one a testament to the quest,
To find solace in one’s own skin,
And embrace the self that knows best.

So let us celebrate this journey,
Of gender’s fluid, endless sea,
Where every wave and every ripple,
Echoes the song of being free.