at the edge of sky and whispering earth,
she bloomed—not a flower,
but a light that forgot to choose heaven or home.
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from her eyes, sunsets were born,
from her footsteps, prayers took root.
she walked gently, yet stirred the soul—
like the murmurs of gods in human dreams.
the world watched with tear-wet gaze,
the heavens bowed with a crimson smile.
she was not made of soil or star,
yet loved by both in reverent silence.