People X Cities

People X Cities

People are akin to cities, each harboring enigmatic alleys, vibrant gardens, and clandestine rooftops where secrets dance in the moonlit hours. Just as daisies sprout courageously between the cracks of concrete, so do our innermost vulnerabilities and joys, often concealed from the world.

We are but enigmatic metropolises, offering mere postcard glimpses of our grandeur, showcasing only the polished squares and the majestic skylines. Yet, love, like a seasoned explorer, unravels the tapestry of our souls, uncovering those hidden realms within another, even the ones they themselves had not fathomed, even the ones they hadn't deemed beautiful.

It is in the gentle touch of love that we find the courage to reveal our untold stories, to share the forgotten gardens and the secret rooftops, to let the daisies of our souls bloom freely. Love, the eternal cartographer of human connection, maps the unexplored territories of the heart, guiding us to embrace the uncharted beauty within each other.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer

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