🎨 Hello, dear artists!
Beneath the skin, beyond the name,
there burns a light, a gentle flame.
Not flesh or bone, not time or face—
the soul is home, our truest place.
It feels the stars, it knows the rain,
it holds our joy, it keeps our pain.
It loves in ways words cannot show,
and grows in silence, soft and slow.
We are not age, we are not fear—
we are the soul, so bright, so clear.
And in love’s gaze, we shine, we stay—
eternal light that won’t decay.
Ready? It’s a moment just for you. Enjoy it! 🖼️🖌️
