She arrived like a secret the forest had kept for centuries,
a fleeting shimmer between silver birch and moonlight,
too beautiful to belong to the ordinary world.
The air changed when she passed,
as though every flower strained toward her,
every breeze slowed to carry her scent a little farther.
Even the stars seemed less concerned with the heavens
than with the chance to catch her in their glow.
Her hair flowed like spun sunlight through the trees,
and her eyes held the impossible,
the color of twilight just before the first star appears,
the moment between wonder and longing.
and the sound scattered through the woods
like a thousand tiny bells.
It lingered long after the silence returned,
haunting every corner it had touched.
There was nothing I could compare her to.
The moon borrowed her radiance,
the rivers stole her grace,
and the flowers only imitated what she possessed naturally.
for dreams eventually surrender to morning.
She was something far more dangerous
a beautiful thought that refused to leave,
a vision that lingered behind closed eyes,
a fairy whose presence turned curiosity into fascination
and fascination into endless wonder.
And though she vanished with the dawn
the memory of her remained
glimmering at the edge of every quiet moment
like magic refusing to be forgotten.
please if you actually wrote this and it’s not from somewhere this is so nice did you write this FOR ME?? Or what is it from🥺🥺
