WHERE MY INNER VOICE WHISPERS
and I spoke to myself:
My softness is my strength.
In the quiet folds of being,
my voice rose —
not to shout,
but to weave new worlds.
Rooted in intuition,
nurtured by tenderness,
I create where silence once lived.
my voice rose —
not to shout,
but to weave new worlds.
Rooted in intuition,
nurtured by tenderness,
I create where silence once lived.
Each piece holds the pulse of creative surrender,
where softness births the fiercest visions.
Because every whisper has the power to shape the world.
