Sunlit Grace: A Portrait of Esther
See Esther stride in noon’s hush. Each step is soft as a whisper of wind. Her eyes hold dusk and daydreams, and time bows where she walks. Her smile breaks like sunlight, teeth bright as polished windows. Her lips are warm as ripe tomatoes, and her hips spill grace, a silent runway of motion. Sparrows envy her swift flight as the earth barely stirs beneath her feet. Her knees fold in woven rhythm, each movement holding the pulse of the sun. In the siesta calm, she defies stillness. No clock or crown can bind her. She is fire in rest, the reason shadows bow to light.
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