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Here she is… Éclat du Matin
In the silence of morning,
the sun begins to rise,
and the day still lies before her,
open, untouched.
In delicate lace,
bathed in the dawn,
thoughts crisp and fresh as the morning light.
With mystery in the unknown,
and a heart turned toward the day to come,
filled with fresh insights,
for often, it becomes beautiful,
exactly as it arrives.
xTiny
À mes yeux, tout est poésie.
J’aime romantiser la vie.
To me, everything is poetry,
and I love to romanticize life.
Beauty lives in the little things,
in fleeting moments, gentle light,
and lovely details,
Always finding reasons to be grateful and hopeful,
embracing life with wonder.
Tout est poésie.
xTiny
À mes yeux, tout est poésie.
J’aime romantiser la vie.
To me, everything is poetry,
and I love to romanticize life.
Beauty lives in the little things,
in fleeting moments, gentle light,
and lovely details,
Always finding reasons to be grateful and hopeful,
embracing life with wonder.
Tout est poésie.
xTiny
Rêve d’azur et cassis
Limestone cliffs, sun-warmed,
and azure blue water, endless, almost unreal. Parasol pines lean gracefully into the wind.
Wild rosemary and thyme, their scent drifting over the bay. The hum of cicadas singing in the heat.
At sunset, purple dusk settles softly on the azure water below the cliffs.
Catching the moment when the sea remembers the sky…
xTiny
Here she is… painting Palmeraie
In the Palmeraie, quiet wide and green
palms sway in the air
Dates in the sun hanging from branches heavy and sweet.
From childhood on a love stayed true
for palms that lean toward skies so blue
for desert roads where heat runs high
then suddenly softens as you pass by.
An oasis appears where the desert ends
a ribbon of river that bends and bends
green along water life returning near
a sudden miracle becoming clear…
xTiny
Ethereal Passion
Softly woven petals
opening like secrets.
They reach, they wander,
they find the sun in their own way.
A longing to feel,
to truly connect.
There’s something wild about them,
something honest.
They bloom bold,
but only for a while.
Passion flowers,
almost not of this world -
fragile, almost floating,
like morning mist in gentle sunlight.
Ethereal passion,
it comes in moments,
in small, beautiful things.
A flower, a breath,
the way light moves through leaves.
Not loud, just real.
xTiny

