She was poetry in a world that was still learning the alphabet. In every breath, every step, she embodied a language of beauty and depth that transcended mere words. Her essence was a symphony of metaphors, a tapestry woven from the finest threads of emotion and experience. While others stumbled through the rudiments of communication, she spoke in verses that danced on the edge of the divine.

Her presence was a revelation, a glimpse into the sublime possibilities of human expression. She moved through life with the grace of a well-crafted stanza, each moment a line in the epic poem of her existence. The world around her, still grappling with the basics, often failed to comprehend the magnitude of her being. But she continued to shine, a beacon of lyrical brilliance in a sea of rudimentary sounds.

In her eyes, one could see the reflection of a thousand unwritten sonnets, in her smile, the cadence of a love ballad yet to be sung. She was a muse, an inspiration to those fortunate enough to recognize the poetry within her. And though the world may have been slow to catch up, her verses remained timeless, a testament to the enduring power of art and beauty in a universe still finding its voice. 💐🍁

©️ Beatriz Esmer