In the quiet corners of her mind,
Where echoes of dreams softly intertwine,
She walks a path of whispered grace,
With stars that light her secret space.
Her heart, a vessel of endless tides,
Carries stories the moonlight hides,
Through shadowed woods and open skies,
Her spirit soars where freedom lies.
Her eyes, a canvas of untold hues,
Capture the dawn in its tender blues,
Painting the world with colors bright,
In every glance, a new delight.
Yet in her silence, strength resides,
A gentle force where courage abides,
And through the storms, she finds her way,
Turning the night into brilliant day.