Born in Thought
She’s born in thought, a whisper in the mind,
Fleeting dream, elusive, yet mine.
In the quiet of night, where shadows softly fall,
She dances with stars, eclipsing them all.
Her heart is a canvas, painted with time,
Love and loss intertwine, a rhythm sublime.
Through introspective valleys, her spirit roams free,
A melody of life, echoing
echoing eternity.
jre