- Wrapped in Iridescence, Lost In Between -
Where reality shimmers and identity unravels.
She lingers in the liminal -
not quite dream,
not quite waking,
a soul swathed in shifting hues.
Each step refracts,
a ripple in the prism of becoming.
Wrapped in light that doesn’t belong
to any one truth,
she drifts between the known and felt,
between silence and symphony.
Not lost.
Just suspended.
In the glow of all she is
and all she’s still discovering.
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Rodeyo
