Dreams of the Mountains

Her inner height is quieter than any peak, but stronger than stone.
The light of the past and future passes through closed eyelids. Flowers have blossomed from within, as a manifestation of her strength, tenderness and fragile determination. Femininity here is not an adornment, but an element: soft, but unbending, like water that wears away stone.
The gold of the sun is a reminder:
true wealth is in the ability to be yourself, in silence, in acceptance, in unconditional love.
She is the path to yourself.
She is a mountain.