With gentle hand and heart that beats unseen,
The ISFP, a loyal soul doth dwell,
In quiet strength, on beauty's form they glean,
A world of sights and senses cast a spell.
Though doubts may whisper, shadows fill the mind,
A yearning for security takes hold,
With keenest eye, a refuge they will find,
In trusted kin, a story to unfold.
Yet in their core, a wellspring deep and wise,
Of knowledge sought, a thirst that ever burns,
With measured thought, they seek the truth that lies,
Beyond the surface, where the spirit yearns.
A bard of nature's song, a silent grace,
The ISFP finds solace in their place.
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Diorino Galvano
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