
She names herself without speaking,
wearing a blouse that seems woven from sighs,
where each lace is a verse
that her eyes silence but her soul recites.
She inhabits stillness with elegance,
as if time made room for her
to breathe slowly—
she, who does not intrude: she caresses.
The background murmurs lines and colors
that dialogue with her serene gesture,
as if she were part of a living work
where the canvas chose to remain still
so as not to interrupt her presence.G...
does not pose, she inhabits.
And even without speaking,
it says more than a thousand hurried voices.
About the Creator
Geisha Fp
About me
I am a woman gracefully approaching fifty, with a heart full of poetry and an ever-curious gaze. I am accompanied by two little ones who are my daily inspiration,refuge, and my struggles. If you want a little tenderness, join me.
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