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.