Painting by Johannes Vermeer, estimated about 1665
In dawn’s soft glow, where dreams arise,
There blooms a name, a gentle surprise,
A murmur like the morning’s light,
A dance of stars in velvet night.
With every breath, a story spun,
A song of hope, a rising sun,
Her name—a melody so sweet,
Like petals kissed by spring’s soft feet.
Where deep within the heart finds peace,
A tender breeze, a love’s release,
In every letter, warmth resides,
A soul where endless beauty hides.
She walks in light, a quiet flame,
A whispered call, a sacred name,
Heartfelt—pure, a radiant gleam,
A timeless echo in a living dream.
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