Misty Pitons Morning
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| It's a gorgeous afternoon here in Saint Lucia, with a sky that can't decide if it wants to shine or rain. And in that beautiful mix, we're finding a special kind of peace. ✨ |
The Shifting Sky's Whisper
The sun, a hesitant and golden eye,
Peeks through the grey where raindrops still drift by.
A warmth that carries whispers of the rain,
An unspoken peace begins to gently reign.
The Feeling Without a Name
The breeze, a sigh, both cool and faintly warm,
A quiet language weathering the storm.
A feeling stirs, a truth that has no name,
In this soft dance of shadow and of flame.
An Unspoken Story
The heart observes, and knows without a word,
The beauty held in moments in-between, preferred.
For in this mix, a fragile strength takes hold,
An unspoken story, brave and yet untold.
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