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~ The Gossamer Soul ~
"Grace is the spell she weaves with every breath of moonlight."
In twilight’s hush where fairies roam,
She walks in silence, grace her home.
A butterfly, like prayer in flight,
Lands gently in her hand of light.
No need for spells, no need for might,
Her soul is stitched in silken night.
Where petals part and starlight leans,
She heals the dark with quiet dreams.
Her eyes hold dawn, her breath holds peace,
A balm where heavy sorrows cease.
Not crowned in gold, but moonlit dew—
The world is softer where she grew.
~ Storme
(Created with MidJourney, post-processing work completed with Photoscape X)
© 2025 Vixenn Moonshadow
~ The Gossamer Soul ~
"Grace is the spell she weaves with every breath of moonlight."
In twilight’s hush where fairies roam,
She walks in silence, grace her home.
A butterfly, like prayer in flight,
Lands gently in her hand of light.
No need for spells, no need for might,
Her soul is stitched in silken night.
Where petals part and starlight leans,
She heals the dark with quiet dreams.
Her eyes hold dawn, her breath holds peace,
A balm where heavy sorrows cease.
Not crowned in gold, but moonlit dew—
The world is softer where she grew.
~ Storme
(Created with MidJourney, post-processing work completed with Photoscape X)
© 2025 Vixenn Moonshadow