So delicate, it wraps itself up in velvety curls. It evokes thoughts of beginnings, tender structured tissues, and flowers -but not the funerary smell they summon; or maybe yes-. A dawn and a sunset that came together to form a song.

It is the gracefully done lace that was -willingly or not- laid between a pair of hands with great similarity to secret treasure chests and coconut tree fruits.

Braveness of a lamb, strength of a lion, foolness of someone who knows what it all could become. Not a fool at all. No, maybe not.


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