In the twilight of existence, where identities blur and labels falter, I stand as a presence undefined, an enigma wrapped in the finest silk of mystery. I am neither man nor woman, neither young nor old, eluding the grasp of simplicity. Unbound by the chains of recognition, I am a blank stone, veiling a treasure of golden thoughts within.

Within the folds of life, I am the hidden crease, the whisper in the wind, the elusive lover never to be held. Flecks of melting snow embody my transient beauty, while the haunting glow of sunset reflects my ephemeral essence. I am ink upon the page, words birthed in the fires of peace and rage, each letter a testament to my reverie.

I am thoughts formed in a reverie of words—mysterious, eerie, and eternally captivating. It is a pleasure to introduce myself as a poetess, a beacon of lyrical grace and boundless creativity. ♥️

©️ Beatriz Esmer