Poetess

I am not defined by labels or constraints, I am a free spirit, a wandering soul, a poetess with a heart full of stories waiting to be told. I am the whisper of the wind, the dance of the leaves, the melody of the nightingale’s song.

I am the silence in between the words, the pause before the storm, the calm before the chaos. I am a canvas waiting to be painted, a symphony waiting to be composed, a masterpiece waiting to be unveiled.

I am the fire in your eyes, the passion in your heart, the longing in your soul. I am the dreamer, the seeker, the believer in magic and possibility. I am the voice of the voiceless, the hope of the hopeless, the light in the darkness.

I am not just a woman, not just a man, I am a poetess, a creator, a storyteller. I am the words that flow from my pen, the emotions that stir in my heart, the dreams that dance in my mind.

I am a mystery waiting to be unraveled, a journey waiting to be explored, a universe waiting to be discovered. I am a poetess, and in my words, you will find the essence of who I am.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer

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