A girl, woven from stardust and daydreams
whispers in the wind, moonlight-drenched,
a constellation stitched into her skin,
pulsing to the rhythm of celestial secrets.
Starlit revelation, a gift draped in nebulae,
her name an incantation, floating between realms,
a spectre of enchantment
in sync with the harmony of the universe.
DIANA MARIN 