Ironically, there exist those souls, so profoundly complex that even the muses would falter. People whose essence transcends the confines of verses and stanzas, their layers woven intricately with threads of time and hues unseen by mortal eyes. Their beauty, ephemeral and unanchored by eternity, meanders through the corridors of existence, silently gracing the earth with an untraceable splendor. These are the beings of untold stories, whose very presence defies the permanence of ink, leaving their mark in ways that words will never capture. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer